Wel. I have had my part on't: I have been chaft this three hours, that's the least, I am reasonable cool now.
Lady. Cannot you fare well, but you must cry roast-meat?
Wel. He that fares well, and will not bless the founders, is either surfeited, or ill taught, Lady, for mine own part, I have found so sweet a diet, I can commend it, though I cannot spare it.
Elder Lo. How like you this dish, Welford, I made a supper on't, and fed so heartily, I could not sleep.
Lady. By this light, had I but scented out your [train], ye had slept with a bare pillow in your arms and kist that, or else the bed-post, for any wife ye had got this twelve-month yet: I would have vext you more than a try'd post-horse; and been longer bearing, than ever after-game at Irish was. Lord, that I were unmarried again.
Elder Lo. Lady I would not undertake ye, were you again a Haggard, for the best cast of four Ladys i'th' Kingdom: you were ever tickle-footed, and would not truss round.
Wel. Is she fast?
Elder Lo. She was all night lockt here boy.
Wel. Then you may lure her without fear of losing: take off her Cranes. You have a delicate Gentlewoman to your Sister: Lord what a prettie furie she was in, when she perceived I was a man: but I thank God I satisfied her scruple, without the Parson o'th' town.
Elder Lo. What did ye?