Gera. The same, sir.
Sir Lionel. You're welcome, sir; when will your father be in town?
Gera. 'Twill not be long, sir.
Sir Lionel. I shall be glad to see him when he comes.
Gera. I thank you, sir.
Sir Lionel. In the meantime, you're welcome; pray, be not strange.
I'll leave my son amongst you, gentlemen.
I have some business. Hark you, Master Balance—
Dinner will soon be ready. One word more——
[Exeunt Sir Lionel and Balance.
W. Rash. And how does my little Asinus and his Tu quoque, here? O, you pretty sweet-faced rogues! that for your countenances might be Alexander and Lodwick.[193] What says the old man to you! will't be a match? shall we call brothers?
Scat. I' faith, with all my heart: if Mistress Gertrude will, we will be married to-morrow.
Bub. 'Sfoot, if Mistress Joyce will, we'll be married to-night.
W. Rash. Why, you courageous boys, and worthy wenches made out of wax! But what shall's do when we have dined? shall's go see a play?