Wid. Come walk in with me, we'll go to Cards, unsaddle the Horses.
Short. A Jubile, a Jubile, we stay, Boys.
Enter Uncle, Lan. Foun. Bella. Harebrain following.
Unc. Are they behind us?
Lan. Close, close, speak aloud, Sir.
Unc. I am glad my Nephew has so much discretion, at length to find his wants: did she entertain him?
Lance. Most bravely, nobly, and gave him such a welcome!
Unc. For his own sake do you think?
Lance. Most certain, Sir, and in his own cause bestir'd himself too, and wan such liking from her, she dotes on him, h'as the command of all the house already.
Unc. He deals not well with his friends.