Plotwell, Aurelia, Bright, Newcut, Quartfield, Roseclap, two Footmen, Cypher.
Plot. Well, sister, by this hand, I was afraid
You had marr'd all; but I am well content
You have outreach'd me. If she do act it well now,
By Jove, I'll have her.
Aur. She hath studied all
Her cues already.
Plot. Gentlemen, how do
You like the project?
Bright. Theirs was dull and cold,
Compar'd to ours.
New. Some poet will steal from us,
And bring't into a comedy.
Quart. The jest
Will more inspire than sack.
Plot. I have got Cypher
Over to our side too: he has been up and down
To invite guests to th' wedding.
Enter Salewit like a Curate.
How now, Salewit, are they gone home?