Capt. To thy house, 'tis hard by; there's the Fleece.
Jolly. Do; and in the meantime I'll go home and despatch a little business, and meet you.
Wild. Make haste, then.
Jolly. Where shall I meet you?
Wild. Whither shall we go, till it be time to attend the design?
Care. Let's go to court for an hour.
Jolly. Do: I'll meet you at the queen's side.
Wild. No, prythee, we are the monsieurs new come over; and if we go fine, they will laugh at us, and think we believe ourselves so: if not, then they will abuse our clothes, and swear we went into France only to have our cloaks cut shorter.
Care. Will you go see a play?
Capt. Do, and thither I'll come to you, if it be none of our gentlemen poets, that excuse their writings with a prologue that professes they are no scholars.