W. Rash. Why, 'tis not two a-clock yet.
Sir Lionel. Out, sluggish knave; 'tis nearer unto five:
The whole house has outslept themselves, as if they had drunk wild poppy. Sirrah, go you and raise the maids, and let them call upon their mistresses.
Bas. Well, sir, I shall.
[Exit.
Enter Scattergood and Bubble.
Scat. Did I eat any lettuce to supper last night, that I am so sleepy? I think it be daylight, brother Bubble.
Bub. What sayest thou, brother? heigh-ho!
Sir Lionel. Fie, fie! not ready yet? what sluggishness
Hath seiz'd upon you? why, thine eyes are close still.
Bub. As fast as a Kentish oyster. Surely I was begotten in a plum-tree, I ha' such a deal of gum about mine eyes.
Sir Lionel. Lord, how you stand! I am asham'd to see
The sun should be a witness of your sloth.