Bayes. Yes, now it begins to break: but we shall have a world of more business anon.
Enter Prince Volscius, Cloris, Amaryllis, and Harry, with a riding-cloak and boots.
Ama. Sir, you are cruel thus to leave the town,
And to retire to country solitude.
Clo. We hop'd this summer that we should at least
Have held the honour of your company.
Bayes. Held the honour of your company; prettily express'd: held the honour of your company! gadzookers, these fellows will never take notice of anything.
Johns. I assure you, sir, I admire it extremely; I don't know what he does.
Bayes. Ay, ay, he's a little envious; but 'tis no great matter. Come.
Ama. Pray let us two this single boon obtain!