Enter MAID, with an apron.
MRS ART. Well, sirrah, get a napkin and a trencher,
And wait to-day. So, let me see: my apron. [Puts it on.]
PIP. Mistress, I can tell ye one thing, my master's wench
Will come home to-day to dinner.
Enter JUSTICE REASON, and his man HUGH.
MRS ART. She shall be welcome, if she be his guest.
But here's some of our guests are come already:
A chair for Justice Reason, sirrah!
JUS. Good morrow, Mistress Arthur! you are like a good housewife:
At your request I am come home. What, a chair!
Thus age seeks ease. Where is your husband, mistress?
What, a cushion, too!
PIP. I pray you, ease your tail, sir.
JUS. Marry, and will, good fellow; twenty thanks.
[HUGH and PIPKIN converse apart.]
PIP. Master Hugh, as welcome as heart can tell, or tongue can think.