[Enter Baskethilt.]
Now, sir, your haste?
Bas. Marry, sir, there are guests coming to accompany you to church.
Sir Lionel. Why, this is excellent; men, whom it not concerns,
Are more respective than we, that are main actors.
Bub. Father Rash, be not so outrageous: we will go in and buckle ourselves all in good time. How now! what's this about my shins?
Enter Old Geraldine and Longfield.
Scat. Methought our shanks were not fellows: we have metamorphosed our stockings for want of splendour.
Bub. Pray, what's that splendour?
Scat. Why, 'tis the Latin word for a Christmas candle.
[Exeunt.