Ser. Yes, sir, she is awake, but she is scant sober: the first thing she called for was her aqua-vitæ bottle.
Sir J. Wor. Who is with her?
Ser. The good Sir Innocent and her gentlewoman.
Sir J. Wor. Go, tell 'em I desire their company,
The masque stays on 'em, say; and d'ye hear,
The sides of one o' th' chairs must be let out
For her great ladyship.
Ser. Marry, shall it, sir.
[Exit Servant.
Enter Nevill, Count, Pendant, and Sir Abraham, in their masquing robes; Sir Abraham gnawing on a capon's leg.
Nev. Soul! man, leave eating now: look, look! you have all dropped o' your suit.
Abra. O sir, I was in love to-day, and could not eat; but here's one knows the case is altered. Lend me but a handkerchief to wipe my mouth, and I ha' done.
Nev. Soul! how this rascal stays with the rest of our things.
Sir J. Wor. How now, son Count? what, ready, Master Nevill?