I'le have ye into the Cellar, there we'll dine.
A very pretty wench, a witty Rogue,
And there we'll be as merry; can ye be merry?

_Cel._ O very merry.

_2 Ush._ Only our selves; this churlish fellow shall not know.

_Cel._ By no means.

_2 Ush._ And can you love a little?

_Cel._ Love exceedingly:
I have cause to love you, dear Sir.

_2 Ush._ Then I'le carry ye,
And shew you all the pictures, and the hangings,
The Lodgings, Gardens, and the walks: and then, sweet,
You shall tell me where you lye.

_Cel._ Yes marry will I.

_2 Ush._ And't shall go hard but I'le send ye a Venison Pasty,
And bring a bottle of wine along.

_1 Ush._ Make room there,

_2 Ush._ Room there afore; stand close, the train is coming.

_Enter King_ Antigonus, Timon, Charinthus, Menippus.