Witty. Not at all, I can presently furnish
With loose disguises that shall fit that Scene.
Old K. Why what wants then?
Witty. Nothing but charge of Musick,
That must be paid, you know.
Old K. That shall be my charges, I'll pay the Musick.
What e'er it cost.
Witty. And that shall be all your charge,
Now on, I like it, there will be wit in't Father.
[Exit Old K. and Witty.
Cun. I will neither distrust his wit nor friendship,
Yet if his Master brain should be o'er-thrown
My resolution now shall seize mine own. [Exit.
Enter Neece, Lady Ruinous, Guardianess, Ruinous, Priscian, (with instruments masqu'd.)
L. Rui. Nay, let's have Musick, let that sweet breath at least
Give us her airy welcome, 'twill be the best
I fear this ruin'd receptacle will yield,
But that most freely.
Nee. My welcome follows me,
Else I am ill, come hither, you assure me
Still Mr. Cuningame will be here, and that it was
His kind entreaty that wish'd me meet him.