OLIVER. Aye, for che a vext out this veast, chill see if a gan make a better veast there.
CIVET.
And you, Sir Arthur?
ARTHUR.
Aye, sir, although my heart be full,
I’ll be a partner at your wedding feast.
CIVET. And welcome all indeed, and welcome: come, Frances are you ready?
FRANCES. Jesu, how hasty these husbands are. I pray, father, pray to God to bless me.
LANCELOT.
God bless thee, and I do: God make thee wise,
Send you both joy: I wish it with wet eyes.
FRANCES.
But, Father, shall not my sister Delia go along with us?
She is excellent good at cookery and such things.
LANCELOT.
Yes, marry, shall she: Delia, make you ready.
DELIA. I am ready, sir. I will first go to Greenwich, from thence to my cousin Chesterfields, and so to London.
CIVET. It shall suffice, good sister Delia, it shall suffice, but fail us not, good sister; give order to cooks, and others, for I would not have my sweet Frances to soil her fingers.