_Rud_. A plague on you, sweet Ladies, tis not so late; what needed you
to have made so short a supper?

_Goos_. In truth Sir _Cutt_. we might have tickled the vanity ant an
howre longer, if my watch be trustible.

_Foul_. I but how should theis beauties know that Sir _Gyles_? your
watch is mortall, and may erre.

_Go_. Thats sooth Captaine, but doe you heare honest friend, pray take a
light, and see if the moone shine, I have a Sunne Diall will resolue
presently.

_Fo_. Howsoever beleeve it, Ladies, tis unwholesome, uncourtly,
unpleasant to eate hastely, and rise sodainly; a man can shew no
discourse, no witt, no stirring, no variety, no pretty conceits, to make
the meate goe downe emphatically.

_Eu_. _Wynnefred_.

_Wyn_. Madam.

_Eu_. I prethee goe to my uncle the Lord _Monford_, and intreat him to
come quicken our Eares with some of his pleasant Spirit; This same
_Fowleweather_ has made me so melancholly, prethie make haste.

_Wyn_. I will Madam. [_Exit_.

_Hip_. We will bid our guests good night, Madam; this same