EDMOND.
This is the marriage morning for my mother and my sister.
FRAILTY.
O me, Master Edmund; we shall ha rare doings.
EDMOND. Nay, go, Frailty, run to the Sexton; you know my mother will be married at Saint Antlings. Hie thee, tis past five; bid them open the Church door; my sister is almost ready.
FRAILTY.
What, all ready, Master Edmond?
EDMOND.
Nay, go, hie thee: first run to the Sexton, and run to the
Clarke, and then run to Master Pigman the Parson, and then
run to the Milliner, and then run home again.
FRAILTY.
Here’s run, run, run—
EDMOND.
But hark, Frailty.
FRAILTY.
What, more yet?
EDMOND.
Has the maids remembered to strew the way to the Church.
FRAILTY.
Fagh, an hour ago; I helpt ’em my self.