Val. Flay me, and turn me out where none inhabits, within two hours I shall be thus again, now wonder on, and laugh at your own ignorance. [Ex. Val. and Franc.
Unc. I do believe him.
Lan. So do I, and heartily upon my conscience, burie him stark naked, he would rise again, within two hours imbroidered: sow mustard-seeds, and they cannot come up so thick as his new sattens do, and clothes of silver, there's no striving.
Unc. Let him play a while then, and let's search out what hand:—
Lan. I, there the game lies. [Exeunt.
Enter Fountain, Bellamore, and Harebrain.
Foun. Come, let's speak for our selves, we have lodg'd him sure enough, his nakedness dare no[t] peep out to cross us.
Bel. We can have no admittance.
Hare. Let's in boldly, and use our best arts, who she deigns to favour, we are all content.
Foun. Much good may do her with him, no civil wars.