Par. Sweetheart, we'll steal away.
Wan. The devil on them, they have spoiled our mirth.
[Exit Parson.
Wild. Jack, get you and your company down the back-way into the kitchen, and stay there till we see what this visit means.
[Exeunt Fiddlers.
Capt. Means! What should it mean? It is nothing but the mischievous nature all honest women are endued with, and naturally given to spoil sport. I wonder what fart blew them hither to-night.
Wild. Nay, have a little patience, captain, you and Master Jolly must sit quietly awhile within, till we know the cause.
Capt. It is but deferring our mirth for an hour or so.
Ser. Sir, here's my lady.
Wild. Quickly remove those things there. Captain, step in there——