Lur. Away boy, quickly now to the Usurer,
His hour to wake approaches.
Boy. That once finished,
You'll give me leave to play, Sir: here they come. [Ex.
Enter Wildbrain, Toby, and Ringers.
Wild. I am monstrous weary.
To. Fie, how I sweat! Reach me my cloak to cover me,
I run to oyl like a Porpise; 'twas a brave peal.
Sex. Let me light [my] candle first, then I'll wait on you.
Wild. A very brave peal.
To. Carman, you came in close now.
Wild. Sure 'tis past midnight.
Ring. No stirring in the streets I hear.