Welcome, Master Moore, welcome.
What wind, a God's name, drives you forth so late?
Moore. Faith, sir, I am come to trouble you:
My wife this present night is brought to bed.
Pis. To bed? and what hath God sent you?
Moore. A jolly girl, sir.
Pis. And God bless her. But what's your will, sir?
Moore. Faith, sir, my house being full of friends,
Such as (I thank them) came to see my wife,
I would request you, that for this one night
My daughter Susan might be lodged here.
Pis. Lodge in my house? welcome, with all my heart.
Mat, hark you, she shall lie with you:
Trust me, she could not come in fitter time.
For (hear you, sir) to-morrow in the morning
All my three daughters must be married.
Good Master Moore, let's have your company;
What say you, sir?
Enter a Servant.
Welcome, honest friend.
Moore. How now, sirrah, what's the news with you?