[Enter Artichoke.]
ARTICHOKE.
Here be the very knaves, but not the merry knaves.
LANCELOT.
Here, take my cloak, I’ll have a walk to Dedford.
ARTICHOKE. Sir, we have been scouring of our swords and bucklers in your defence.
LANCELOT. Defence me no defence! let your swords rust, I’ll have no fighting: Aye, let blows alone; bid Delia see all things be in readiness against the wedding. We’ll have two at once, and that will save charges, Master Weathercock.
ARTICHOKE.
Well, we will do it, sir.
[Exit Omnes.]
ACT III.
SCENE I. A walk before Sir Lancelot’s house.
[Enter Civet, Frances, and Delia.]