Enter Thomas with Sir Richards bootes.
Tho. Sir.
Within Ri. Whoes that? Thomas?
Tho. The sun is up before you. Here be your bootes.
Ri. That's well.
Within La. I preethe donot rise yet; it is hardly day. Sirra, who bid you call him so earlie? Sir Richard wonot rise yet.
Tho. I cannot helpe it, it is none of my fault.
La. Wheres Doroty?
[Enter Doroty.
Do. Here, Madam; what make you up so soone, Thomas?