Nev. So, that door's fast, and they are busied
About their charge. On with this robe of mine,
This vizard and this cap: help me a little.
[Change habits.
Scud. At first change I must tell her who I am.
Nev. Right; 'tis agreed, I (leading of the masque)
Should dance with Bellafront.
Scud. And at the second,
I come away with her, and leave them dancing,
And shall find you at the back door.
Nev. The rest,
That follows, is digested in my breast.
Ser. What would you do I stand back,
Unless you can eat torches!
Enter Count, Pendant, Sir Abraham, in their masquing robes.
C. Fred. Come, come! away for shame!
Scud. 'Tis such a tedious rascal. So ha' wi' ye.
[Exeunt masquers.
Sir J. Wor. Thou hast well fitted 'em, though thou mad'st 'em stay.