Ser. Sir.
Sir Lionel. Bid the kitchen-maid scour the sink, and make clean her backside, for the wind lies just upon't.
Ser. I will, sir.
Sir Lionel. And bid Anthony put on his white fustian doublet, for he must wait to-day.
[Exit
Servant.] It doth me so much good to stir and talk, to place this and displace that, that I shall need no apothecaries' prescriptions. I have sent my daughter this morning as far as Pimlico,[190] to fetch a draught of Derby ale,[191] that it may fetch a colour in her cheeks: the puling harlotry looks so pale, and it is all for want of a man, for so their mother would say (God rest her soul) before she died.
[Exit.
Enter Bubble, Scattergood, Staines, and Servant.
Ser. Sir, the gentlemen are come already.
Sir Lionel. How, knave? the gentlemen?
Ser. Yes, sir: yonder they are.
Sir Lionel. God's precious! we are too tardy: let one be sent presently to meet the girls, and hasten their coming home quickly. How, dost thou stand dreaming! [Exit Servant.] Gentlemen, I see you love me, you are careful of your hour; you may be deceived in your cheer, but not in your welcome.