Omnes. O, there he is.
Scud. (Within). By your leave! stand back, by your leave!
Enter Scudmore, like a vizard-maker.
Nothing can be done to-night, if I enter not.
2d Ser. Stand back there, or I'll burn you.
Scud. 'Twere but a whorish trick, sir.
3d Ser. O sir, is't you? Heart! you will be kill'd.
Scud. Marry, God forbid, sir.
Nev. Pray, forbear; let me speak to him.
O, you use us very well.
Scud. In good faith, I have been so troubled about this gentleman's scurvy face (I take it), 'tis wonderful.