Isab. Now to her Sir, fear nothing.
Rog. Slip aside boy, I know she loves 'em, howsoever she carries it, and has invited 'em, my young Mistress told me so.
Short. Away to tables then. [Exeunt.
Isab. I shall burst with the sport on't.
Fount. You are too curious Madam, too full of preparation, we expect it not.
Bella. Me thinks the house is handsom, every place decent, what need you be vext?
Hare. We are no strangers.
Fount. What though we come e're you expected us, do not we know your entertainments Madam are free, and full at all times?
Wid. You are merry, Gentlemen.
Bel. We come to be merry Madam, and very merry, men love to laugh heartily, and now and then Lady a little of our old plea.