Abra. Well, are you fitted now?
Nev. Fitted at all points,
C. Fred. Where are the caps?
Scud. Here, sir.
Pen. Let me see mine.
C. Fred. Come, help me on with mine.
Abra. This is a rare face to fright the maids i' th' country! Here now I'll pin my purse. Come, help me on.
Nev. So, so, away! mine being on, I'll follow you.
Omnes. Pray, make haste.
[Exeunt Sir John Worldly, Sir Abraham, Count, Pendant.