C. Fred. Is Sir John Worldly up, boy?
Boy. No, my Lord.
C. Fred. Is my bride up yet?
Boy. No.
C. Fred. No! and the morn so fair?
Enter Pendant.
Pen. Good morrow, my thrice honoured and heroic lord.
Boy. Good morrow, your lord and master, you
might say, for brevity sake.
[Aside.
C. Fred. Thou'st a good tailor, and art very fine.
Pen. I thank your lordship.