Wid. And have you e'er a woman in the house?
Wild. My sister's maid is here.
Care. Madam, if you resolve to do us this honour, you shall find clean linen, and your beds quickly ready.
Wid. But where will my nephew and you, sir, lie to-night?
Care. O, madam, we have acquaintance enough in the town.
Wid. Well, sir, we'll accept this courtesy; and when you come into Suffolk, you shall command my house.
Wild. Prythee, call Bess, and bid her bring sheets to make the bed. I'll go and fetch in a pallet, 'tis as good a bed as the other; and if you will stay the removing, we'll set up a bedstead.
Plea. No, a pallet, pray. But what shall we do for night-clothes, aunt?
Wild. Why, what are those you bought, my sister?
Wid. Is not that linen gone yet?