LADY.
Good madame, sit; in sooth, you shall sit here.
LADY MAYORESS.
Good madame, pardon me; it may not be.
LADY.
In troth, I’ll have it so: I’ll sit here by ye.—
Good ladies, sit.—More stools here, ho!
LADY MAYORESS.
It is your favour, madame, makes me thus
Presume above my merit.
LADY.
When we come to you,
Then shall you rule us as we rule you here.
Now must I tell ye, madame, we have a play,
To welcome ye withal; how good so ere,
That know not I; my lord will have it so.
MORE.
Wife, hope the best; I am sure they’ll do their best:
They that would better, comes not at their feast.
My good Lord Cardinal’s players, I thank them for it,
Play us a play, to lengthen out your welcome:
They say it is The Marriage of Wit and Wisdom,
A theme of some import, how ere it prove;
But, if art fail, we’ll inch it out with love.—
[Enter a Servant.]
What, are they ready?
SERVANT.
My lord, one of the players craves to speak with you.
MORE.
With me! where is he?