Math. As good a morrow to the morrow-giver.
Pis. A murrain! what make these? what do they here?
Heigh. You see, Master Pisaro, we are bold guests.
You could have bid no surer men than we.
Pis. Hark you, gentlemen; I did expect you
At afternoon, not before two o'clock,
Har. Why, sir, if you please, you shall have us here at two o'clock, at three o'clock, at four o'clock; nay, till to-morrow this time; yet I assure you, sir, we came not to your house without inviting.
Pis. Why, gentlemen, I pray, who bad you now?
Whoever did it, sure, hath done you wrong;
For scarcely could you come to worser cheer.
Heigh. It was your own self bad us to this cheer,
When you were busy with Balsaro talking.
You bad us cease our suits till dinner-time,
And then to use it for our table-talk:
And we, I warrant you, as sure as steel—
Pis. A murrain on yourselves and sureness too!
How am I cross'd! God's me, what shall I do?
This was that ill news of the Spanish pirates,
That so disturb'd me. Well, I must dissemble,
And bid them welcome; but for my daughters,
I'll send them hence; they shall not stand and prate. [Aside.
Well, my masters, gentlemen, and friends,
Though unexpected, yet most heartily welcome—
Welcome with a vengeance [Aside]—but for your cheer,
That will be small: yet too-too much for you.
[Aside.