Mag. No, they call them Infidels, I know not what they are.
Nan. Sirrah, we shall have fine courting now my young master is come home, were you never courted Sister?
Vio. Alas, I know it not.
Mag. What is that courting, sirrah?
Nan. I can tell, for I was once courted in the matted chamber, you know the party Madge, faith he courted finely.
Madg. Pray thee what is't?
[Na[n]. Faith, nothing but he was somewhat figent with me, faith 'tis fine sport, this courting.
Alex. within. Where be the Maids there?
Madg. We shall be hang'd anon, away good wenches, and [have] a care you dight things handsomly, I will look over you. [Exeunt.