Short. Hey ho.
Wid. You lazie Knave.
Short. Here is such a tinkle tanklings that we can ne're lie quiet, and sleep our prayers out. Ralph, pray emptie my right shooe that you made your Chamber-pot, and burn a little Rosemarie in't, I must wait upon my Lady. This morning Prayer has brought me into a consumption, I have nothing left but flesh and bones about me.
Wid. You drousie slave, nothing but sleep and swilling!
Short. Had you been bitten with Bandog fleas, as I have been, and haunted with the night Mare.
Wid. With an Ale-pot.
Short. You would have little list to morning Prayers, pray take my fellow Ralph, he has a Psalm Book, I am an ingrum man.
Wid. Get you ready quickly, and when she is ready wait upon her handsomely; no more, be gone.
Short. If I do snore my part out— [Exit Short.
Unc. Now to our purposes.