2. Hunt. My Lord Acteon stays, be quick, I pray.
3. Co. Wench. Quick as you will; the doing of it quick, makes it shew the better.
(A Country Dance. Then Exeunt.)
Enter Acteon and Bumpkin.
Acteon. Be nimble, Sirrah.
Bump. Nimble? yes, as a bear that hath been lug'd to purpose: if Love be such a troublesome Companion I will entreat him to keep out of my Company.
Acteon. We consume the day.
Bump. They have saved me a labour.
Acteon. Fie, what mean you? The glory of the day calls us to action.