SCAENA 2.
Enter Goosecappe, Rudesby, Fouleweather, Eugenia,
Hippol., Penelope, Wynne.
Rud. A plague on you, sweet Ladies, tis not so late; what needed you to have made so short a supper?
Goos. In truth Sir Cutt. we might have tickled the vanity ant an howre longer, if my watch be trustible.
Foul. I but how should theis beauties know that Sir Gyles? your watch is mortall, and may erre.
Go. Thats sooth Captaine, but doe you heare honest friend, pray take a light, and see if the moone shine, I have a Sunne Diall will resolue presently.
Fo. Howsoever beleeve it, Ladies, tis unwholesome, uncourtly, unpleasant to eate hastely, and rise sodainly; a man can shew no discourse, no witt, no stirring, no variety, no pretty conceits, to make the meate goe downe emphatically.
Eu. Wynnefred.
Wyn. Madam.
Eu. I prethee goe to my uncle the Lord Monford, and intreat him to come quicken our Eares with some of his pleasant Spirit; This same Fowleweather has made me so melancholly, prethie make haste.