_Short._ Yes forsooth, I'le let 'em in presently,--Gentlemen.

_Wid._ Sprecious, you blown Pudding, bawling Rogue.

_Short._ I bawl as loud as I can, would you have me fetch 'em upon
my back.

_Wid._ Get 'em out rascal, out with 'em, out, I sweat to have 'em
near me.

_Short._ I should sweat more to carry 'em out.

_Roger._ They are Gentlemen Madam.

_Short._ Shall we get 'em into th' butterie, and make'em drunk?

_Wid._ Do any thing, so I be eased.

_Enter_ Isabel, Fount, Bella, Hare.

_Isab._ Now to her Sir, fear nothing.

_Rog._ Slip aside boy, I know she loves 'em, howsoever she carries
it, and has invited 'em, my young Mistress told me so.

_Short._ Away to tables then. [_Exeunt._

_Isab._ I shall burst with the sport on't.

_Fount._ You are too curious Madam, too full of preparation, we