Wal. Nay, he may choose for me. But if he will,
Why does he not? why stands he prating still?
If you'll go, come; if not, farewell.
Har. Hire a post-horse for him (gentle Frank),
Here's haste, and more haste than a hasty pudding.
You madman, madcap, wild-oats! we are for you,
It boots not stay, when you intend to go.
Wal. Come away then. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Pisaro, Alvaro, Delion, and Vandal.
Pis. A thousand welcomes, friends. Monsieur Delion,
Ten thousand bien-venus unto yourself.
Signor Alvaro, Master Vandal,
Proud am I, that my roof contains such friends.
Why Mall, Laurentia, Mat! Where be these girls?
Enter the three Sisters.
Lively, my girls; and bid these strangers welcome.
They are my friends, your friends, and our well-willers.
You cannot tell what good you may have on them.
Gods me! why stir you not? Hark in your ear:
These be the men, the choice of many millions,
That I, your careful father, have provided
To be your husbands; therefore bid them welcome.
Math. Nay, by my troth, 'tis not the guise of maids
To give a slavering salute to men: [Aside.
If these sweet youths have not the wit to do it,
We have the honesty to let them stand.
Van. Gods sekerlin, dats unfra meskin, Monsieur Delion, dare de grote friester, dare wode ic zene, tis un-fra daughter, dare heb ic so long lovde, dare heb my desire so long gewest.