Wel. Madam, can you tell what we did?
Elder Lo. She has a shrewd guess at it I see it by her.
Lady. Well you may mock us: but my large Gentlewoman, my Mary Ambre, had I but seen into you, you should have had another bed-fellow, fitter a great deal for your itch.
Wel. I thank you Lady, me thought it was well, You are so curious.
Enter Young Loveless, his Lady, Morecraft, Savil, and two Servingmen.
El. Lo. Get on your doublet, here comes my Brother.
Yo. Lo. Good morrow Brother, and all good to your Lady.
Mor. God save you and good morrow to you all.
El. Lo. Good morrow. Here's a poor brother of yours.
Lady. Fie how this shames me.