Tuc. Kings-truce, my noble Hearbe-a-grace; my Princely sweet-William, a boone—Stay first, Ist a match or no match, Lady Furniuall Ist?

Sir Ad. & Sir quint. A match?

Mini. I, a match, since he hath hit the Mistris so often 1’th fore-game, we’ll eene play out a rubbers.

Sir Ada. Take her for me.

Sir quin. Take her for thy selfe, not for me.

Sir Vau. Play out your rubbers in Gods name, by Sesu Ile neuer boule more in your Alley, Iddow.

Sir Quin. My Chaine.

Sir Adam. My Purse.

Tuc. Ile Chaine thee presently, and giue thee ten pound and a purse: a boone my Leige: ... daunce ô my delicate Rufus, at my wedding with this reuerend Antiquary; ist done? wut thou?

Kin. Ile giue thee Kingly honour: Night and Sleepe,
With silken Ribands would tye vp our eyes,
But Mistris Bride, one measure shall be led,
In scorne of Mid-nights hast, and then to bed.