Nay, stir there, fellows; fie, ye are too slow!
See that your lights be in a readiness:
The banquet shall be here.—Gods me, madame,
Leave my Lady Mayoress! both of us from the board!
And my son Roper too! what may our guests think?
LADY.
My lord, they are risen, and sitting by the fire.
MORE.
Why, yet go you and keep them company;
It is not meet we should be absent both.
[Exit Lady.]
[Enter Player.]
Welcome, good friend; what is you will with me?
PLAYER.
My lord, my fellows and myself
Are come to tender ye our willing service,
So please you to command us.
MORE.
What, for a play, you mean?
Whom do ye serve?
PLAYER.
My Lord Cardinal’s grace.
MORE.
My Lord Cardinal’s players! now, trust me, welcome;
You happen hither in a lucky time,
To pleasure me, and benefit yourselves.
The Mayor of London and some aldermen,
His lady and their wives, are my kind guests
This night at supper: now, to have a play
Before the banquet, will be excellent.—
How think you, son Roper?