1 Fay. Will you haue any musick sir?
2 Fay. Will you haue any fine musicke?
3 Fay. Most daintie musicke?
Mop. We must set a face on't now; there's no flying; no, Sir, we are very merrie, I thanke you.
1 Fay. O but you shall, Sir.
Fris. No, I pray you, saue your labour.
2 Fay. O, Sir, it shall not cost you a penny.
Io. Where be your Fiddles?
3 Fay. You shall haue most daintie Instruments, Sir.
Mop. I pray you, what might I call you?