CLEVELAND. Gay, dashing; brave of heart, and witty of tongue.
ROSE. Then they have been studying the almanac. When I saw them last, they hadn't a grain of wit—not even by scratching.
CLEVELAND. Really, Mr. Elsworth, your daughter has a sharp tongue.
ELSWORTH. It is her humour, sir. Her passes are but play.
CLEVELAND. I'll be sworn her heart is as true as her wit. She is—
ROSE. Rebel, sir, from top to toe!
[Enter ARBALD, MARVIN, and HARRY.]
Ah, gentlemen, my best welcome. My father will be proud to greet you—
ELSWORTH. And most happy to know you, gentlemen.
[Enter SERVANT, with wine.]