Alice. I pray you be not angry or displeased;
I’ll bid him welcome, seeing you’ll have it so.
You are welcome, Master Mosbie; will you sit down?
Mosbie. I know I am welcome to your loving husband;
But for yourself, you speak not from your heart.
Alice. And if I do not, sir, think I have cause.
Mosbie. Pardon me, Master Arden; I’ll away.
Arden. No, good Master Mosbie.
Alice. We shall have guests enough, though you go hence. 200
Mosbie. I pray you, Master Arden, let me go.
Arden. I pray thee, Mosbie, let her prate her fill.
Alice. The doors are open, sir, you may be gone.
Michael.—Nay, that’s a lie, for I have locked the doors.