Staines. Why, sir, you have not lost your cloak and hat?
Bub. Gervase, you lie; I have lost my cloak and hat; and therefore you must use your credit for another.
Scat. I think my old cloak and hat must be glad to serve me till next quarter-day.
Sir Lionel. Come, take no care for cloaks: I'll furnish you.
To-night you lodge with me; to-morrow morn,
Before the sun be up, prepare for church;
The widow and I have so concluded on't.
The wenches understand not yet so much,
Nor shall not until bedtime: then will they
Not sleep a wink all night for very joy.
Scat. And I'll promise the next night they shall not sleep for joy neither.
[Aside.]
Sir Lionel. O Master Geraldine, I saw you not before:
Your father now is come to town, I hear.
Gera. Yes, sir.
Sir Lionel. Were not my business earnest, I would see him:
But pray entreat him break an hour's sleep
To-morrow morn t'accompany me to church;
And come yourself, I pray, along with him.
Enter Spendall.