SCENE III.—The Entrance Hall in the same.
Sir Jolly Jumble and Lady Dunce discovered putting Beaugard in order, as if he were dead.
Sir Jol. Lie still, lie still, you knave, close, close, when I bid you: you had best quest,[46] and spoil the sport, you had!
Beau. But pray how long must I lie thus?
L. Dunce. I'll warrant you you'll think the time mighty tedious.
Beau. Sweet creature, who can counterfeit death when you are near him?
Sir Jol. You shall, sirrah, if a body desires you a little, so you shall; we shall spoil all else, all will be spoiled else, man, if you do not: stretch out longer, longer yet, as long as ever you can. So, so, hold your breath, hold your breath; very well.
Enter Maid.
Maid. Madam, here comes Sir Davy.
Sir Jol. Odds so, now close again as I told you, close, you devil; now stir if you dare; stir but any part about you if you dare now; odd, I'll hit you such a rap if you do! Lie still, lie you still.