2. Those are but flashes,
A tun of sack wonot set him high enough.
Will ye to bed?
M. I must.
1. Come, have a good heart,
And win him like a bowle to lye close to you,
Make your best use.
Ju. Nay prethee Duck go instantly,
I'll dance a Jig or two to warm my body.
Enter Wildbrain.
La. Prethee to bed Maria.
Wild. Go you afore, and let the Ladies follow,
And leave her to her thoughts a while, there must be
A time of taking leave of these same fooleries
Bewailling others maiden-heads.
La. Come then,
We'll wait in the next room.
Ju. Do not tarry.
For if thou dost, by my troth I shall fall asleep Mall. [Ex.