Trice. I have a friend, as I told you—
Isa. I believe he's your friend, you are so loth to part with him.
Trice. Away, away;—I'll tell you the story between the courses. Go you to the cook immediately, sirrah; and bring me word what we have to supper, before we go to dinner: I love to have the satisfaction of the day before me. [Exeunt.
ACT II. SCENE I.
Enter, as from Dinner, TRICE, TIMOROUS, FAILER, BURR, CONSTANCE, ISABELLA.
Trice. Speak thy conscience; was it not well dressed, sirrah?
Tim. What think you of the Park, after our plenteous entertainment, madam?
Isa. I defy the Park, and all its works.
Const. Come, Mr Trice, we'll walk in your garden.
[Exeunt all but FAILER and BURR.