Fran. Here they are. If Pambo now comes off with his part neatly, the comedy passes bravely. Who's there? madam?
Clown. Francis?
Fran. The same.
Clown. I think this place lies too open to the air, Francis?
Lod. Delicate Pambo. [Aside.
Clown. And truly there's a great dew fallen to-night;
The grass is wondrous wet.
Lod. Sweet rogue! [Aside.
Clown. Come, Francis,
And let us sport ourselves in yonder rushes,
And being set, I'll smother thee with busses.
Lod. O villain! [Aside.