Mood. Let them come in, and we'll be jovy; an I had but my hobby-horse at home——
Sir John. What, are they men, or women?
L. Dupe. I believe some 'prentices broke loose.
Mill. Rose, go, and fetch me down two Indian gowns and vizard-masks——you and I will disguise too, and be as good a mummery to them, as they to us.
[Exit Rose.
Mood. That will be most rare.
Enter Sir Martin Mar-all, Warner, Landlord, disguised like a Tony.
Mood. O here they come! Gentlemen maskers, you are welcome—[Warner signs to the music for a dance.] He signs for a dance, I believe; you are welcome. Mr Music, strike up; I'll make one, as old as I am.
Sir John. And I'll not be out.
[Dance.
Lord. Gentlemen maskers, you have had your frolic, the next turn is mine; bring two flute-glasses and some stools, ho! we'll have the ladies' healths.
Sir John. But why stools, my lord?