Wel. Sir Roger, what will you take to lie from your sweet-heart to night?
Roger. Not the best benefice in your worships gift Sir.
Wel. A whorson, how he swells.
Young Lo. How many times to night Sir Roger?
Roger. Sir you grow scurrilous: What I shall do, I shall do: I shall not need your help.
Young Lo. For horse flesh Roger.
Elder Lo. Come prethee be not angry, 'tis a day Given wholly to our mirth.
Lady. It shall be so Sir: Sir Roger and his Bride, We shall intreat to be at our charge.
El. Lo. Welford get you to the Church: by this light, You shall not lie with her again, till y'are married.
Wel. I am gone.