MAR. 'Tis kindly done, Miles, to return so soon,
And so I take it. Nan, is our banquet ready?
Welcome, my love! I see you'll keep your word.
NAN. 'Twere better for you both he had not kept it. [Aside.]
FOR. Yea, Mariana, else I were unworthy.
I did but bring my lady to the door,
And there I left her full of melancholy,
And discontented.
MAR. Why, 'twas kindly done.
Come, come sit down, and let us laugh awhile:
Maid, fill some wine.
NAN. Alas! my breech makes buttons,
And so would theirs, knew they as much as I.
He may change the sweetmeats, and put
Purging comfits in the dishes.
MAR. Here's to my lady and my cousin Musgrave.
FOR. I pray, remember gentle master doctor
And good Earl Lacy too, among the rest.
CAS. O sir, we find you kind—we thank you for it:
The time may come when we may cry you quit. [Aside.]
NAN. Master, shall I steal you a cup of wine? [Aside
CAS. Away, you baggage! hold your peace, you wretch! [Aside.]