Abi. Step to her Sir, see how she changes colour.
Elder Lo. I'le goe to hell first, and be better welcom. I am fool'd, I do confess it, finely fool'd, Ladie, fool'd Madam, and I thank you for it.
Lady. Faith 'tis not so much worth Sir: But if I knew when you come next a burding, I'le have a stronger noose to hold the Woodcock.
All. Ha, ha, ha.
Elder Lo. I am glad to see you merry, pray laugh on.
Mar. H'ad a hard heart that could not laugh at you Sir, ha, ha, ha.
Lady. Pray Sister do not laugh, you'le anger him,
And then hee'l rail like a rude Costermonger,
That School-boys had couzened of his Apples,
As loud and senceless.
Elder Lo. I will not rail.
Mar. Faith then let's hear him Sister.
Elder Lo. Yes, you shall hear me.