2nd S.W. Nay, fool I am not, though I be younger than you. For I did not set the window open. It was the cook. Call him to fasten it.
1st S.W. The cook indeed! His part is to bake and stew, not hang out of the casements.
2nd S.W. Will there be a great feast, do you think, when this Queen comes?
1st S.W. There will be feasts every night.
2nd S.W. Lord! how happy it will be! They say she loves dancing.
1st S.W. Who told you this?
2nd S.W. The post that brought my Lord’s letter from Bolton. He knew, for he spoke like a Scottish man.
1st S.W. Now I see why the fiddler has come from Chatsworth.
2nd S.W. Yes, to make music he has come. He begged my Lady so sore to keep him here that she promised the poor wretch at last——
1st S.W. There he is, playing down by the kitchen.