Cun. His stay's prepar'd for.
Guard. 'Tis the Knight sure, I'll follow.
[Exit Cun. Nee. Guard.
Old K. How now, the Musick tir'd before us?
Ruin. Yes Sir, we must be paid now.
Witty. Oh that's my charge, Father.
Old K. But stay, where are our wanton Ladies gone?
Son, where are they?
Witty. Only chang'd the room in a change, that's all sure.
Old K. I'll make 'em all sure else, and then return to you.
Ruin. You must pay for your Musick first, Sir.