Mineu. No pardon, for by my truely Sir Vaughan, Ile ha no dealings with any M. Bridegroomes.
Sir quin. In widdow in, in honest knight in.
Sir Vaug. I will vsher you mistris widdow.
Flash. Light there for Sir Vaughan; your good Worship—
Sir Vaug. Drinke that shilling Ma. Peeter Flash, in your guttes and belly.
Fla. Ile not drinke it downe sir, but Ile turne it into that which shall run downe, oh merrily!
Exit Sir Vaughan.
Enter Blunt, Crispinus, Demetrius, and others with Ladies, lights before them.
Sir quin. God morrow to these beauties, and Gentlemen, that haue Vshered this troope of Ladyes to my daughters wedding, welcome, welcome all; musick? nay then the bridegroome’s comming, where are these knaues heere?