Sir quint. Well sayd, heere, wryte them out agen, and put the men from the women, and Peeter, when we are at Church bring wine and cakes, be light & nimble good Flash, for your burden will be but light.
Enter sir Adam a light before him.
Sir Adam Prickeshaft. God morrow, god morrow: goe, in, in, in, to the Bridegroome, taste a cup of burnt wine this morning, twill make you flye the better all the day after.
Sir Adam. You are an early styrrer Sir Quintilian Shorthose.
Sir qui. I am so, it behoues me at my daughters wedding, in, in, in; fellow put out thy torch, and put thy selfe into my buttery, the torch burnes ill in thy hand, the wine will burne better in thy belly, in, in.
Flash. Ware there, roome for Sir Adam Prickeshaft: your Worship—
Exit.
Enter Sir Vaughan and Mistris Mineuer.
Sir quin. Sir Vaughan and Widdow Mineuer, welcome, welcome, a thousand times: my lips Mistris Widdow shall bid you God morrow, in, in, one to the Bridegroome, the other to the Bride.
Sir Vaughan. Why then Sir quiontilian Shorthose, I will step into mistris Bride, and Widdow Mineuer, shall goe vpon M. Bridegroome.