Wife. And so they may i'faith, for I dare speak it boldly, the twelve companies of London cannot match him, timber for timber. Well, George, an' he be not inveigled by some of these paltry players, I ha' much marvel; but, George, we ha' done our parts, if the boy have any grace to be thankful.
Cit. Yes, I warrant you, duckling.
Enter Humphrey and Luce.
Hum. Good Mistress Luce, however I in fault am
For your lame horse, you're welcome unto Waltham!
But which way now to go, or what to say
I know not truly, till it be broad day.
Luce. O fear not, Master Humphrey, I am guide
For this place good enough.
Hum. Then up and ride,