[ACT V., SCENE I.]
Enter Sim and John, passing over with a basin of rosemary[97] and a great flagon with wine.
Sim. Come, John, carry your hand steadily; the guests drop in apace, do not let your wine drop out.[98]
John. 'Tis as I told thee; Master Alexander, thy mistress' eldest son will be here.
Sim. Rose, I pray burn some pitch i' th' parlour, 'tis good against ill airs; Master Alexander will be here. [Exeunt.
Enter Old Bloodhound and Jarvis.
Blood. I am up before you, son Ear-lack. Will Ancient Young be here with a rich wife too? Thy mistress is not stirring yet, sirrah. I'll hold my life the baggage slipped to thy mistress; there they have e'en locked the door to them, and are tricking up one another: O these women! But this rogue Tim, he lay out to-night too; he received my hundred mark, and (I fear) is murdered. Truss, truss, good Jarvis.
Jar. He has been a-wooing, sir, and has fetched over the delicatest young virgin! Her father died but a week since, and left her to her marriage five thousand pound in money and a parcel of land worth three hundred per annum.