Bel. And for all this will have a better answer from you.
Wid. You shall never, neither have an answer nor dinner, unless you use me with a more staid respect, and stay your time too.
Enter Isabella, Shorthose, Roger, Humphrey, Ralph, with dishes of meat.
Isab. Forward with the meat now.
Rog. Come Gentlemen, march fairly.
Short. Roger, you are a weak Serving-man, your white broath runs from you; fie, how I sweat under this Pile of Beef; an Elephant can do more! Oh for such a back now, and in these times, what might a man arrive at! Goose, grase you up, and Woodcock march behinde thee, I am almost foundred.
Wid. Who bid you bring the meat yet? away you knaves, I will not dine these two hours: how am I vext and chafed! go carry it back and tell the Cook, he's an arrant Rascal, to send before I called.
Short. Face about Gentlemen, beat a mournfull march then, and give some supporters, or else I perish— [Exeunt Servants.
Isab. It does me much good to see her chafe thus.
Hare. We can stay Madam, and will stay and dwell here, 'tis good Air.