Wid. Pray, let's go to bed; I am weary.
Plea. You will not go to bed with those windows open: sweetheart, prythee, shut them, and bring me hither—dost understand me? As I live, 'tis a great while since I went to the play.
Wid. It has been one of the longest days; a year of them would be an age.
Plea. O, do you grow weary? you'll break your covenant ere the year go out.
[The curtains are closed.
Wid. Prythee, shut the windows, and come pin up my hair.
SCENE VII.
Enter Wild, Jolly, Careless, Captain, Parson, and Fiddlers, and one with a torch, with their cloaks and their swords, putting them on. Enter Wild's man.
Wild. See you wait diligently, and let them want nothing they call for. Come, shall we go? 'tis very late.
Capt. But how does Wanton carry it?