Old Mer. Farewel good wife, I expect it not; all I have to do in this world, is to be merry: which I shall, if the ground be not taken from me: and if it be,
When Earth and Seas from me are reft,
The Skies aloft for me are left. [Exeunt.
[Boy danceth, Musick.
Finis Actus Primi.
Wife. I'll be sworn he's a merry old Gentleman for all that: Hark, hark Husband, hark, Fiddles, Fiddles; now surely they go finely. They say 'tis present death for these Fidlers to tune their Rebecks before the great Turks grace, is't not George? But look, look, here's a youth dances: now good youth do a turn o'th' toe; Sweet-heart, i'faith I'll have Ralph come, and do some of his Gambols; he'll ride the Wild Mare Gentlemen, 'twould do your hearts good to see him: I thank you kind youth, pray bid Ralph come.
Cit. Peace Connie. Sirrah, you scurvy boy, bid the Players send Ralph, or by gods —— and they do not, I'll tear some of their Periwigs beside their heads: this is all Riff-Raff.
Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Merchant and Humphrey.
Merch. And how faith? how goes it now Son Humphrey?