Nev. All ready, ready; only we tarry for our vizards and our caps: I put 'em to a knave to do,[62] because I would have 'em the better done.
Abra. If you put 'em to a knave, you are like to have 'em the worse done.
Nev. Your wit is most active: I called him knave in regard of his long stay, sir, not his work.
Abra. But, d'ye hear, Master Nevill? did you bespeak a vizard with a most terrible countenance for me?
Nev. A very devil's face: I fear nothing, but that it will fright the women.
Abra. I would it would. And a huge moustachio?[63]
Nev. A very Turk's.
Abra. Excellent!
C. Fred. But do you think he will come at all?