Ever shining,
And refining,
Still the more 'tis melted down.
After a Song and Dance, loud knocking at the Door,
Enter a Servant.
Mal. What noise is that?
Serv. An ill-looked surly man,
With a hoarse voice, says he must speak with you.
Mal. Tell him I dedicate this day to pleasure.
107 I neither have, nor will have, business with him.[Exit Serv.
What, louder yet? what saucy slave is this?[Knock louder.
Re-enter Servant.
Serv. He says you have, and must have, business with him.
Come out, or he'll come in, and spoil your mirth.