2. When we come to your yeares, we shal learne what honesty is, come pew-fellow.
Exeunt.
Sir quin. Is the musicke come yet? so much to do! Ist come?
Sir quin. Haue the merry knaues pul’d their fiddle cases ouer their instruments eares?
Flash. As soone as ere they entred our gates, the noyse went, before they came nere the great Hall, the faint hearted villiacoes sounded at least thrice.
Sir quin. Thou shouldst haue reuiu’d them with a Cup of burnt wine and sugar; sirra, you, horse-keeper, goe, bid them curry theyr strings: Is my daughter vp yet?
Exit.
Flash. Vp sir? she was seene vp an houre agoe.