WAL. I care not. I remember it well enough: He bad us home, and I will go, that's flat, To teach him better wit another time. HAR. Here'll be a gallant jest, when we come there, To see how 'maz'd the greedy chuff will look Upon the nations, sects, and factions, That now have borne him company to dinner. But hark you; let's not go to vex the man. Prythee, sweet Ned, let's tarry: do not go. WAL. Not go indeed! you may do what you please: I'll go, that's flat: nay, I am gone already. Stay you two, and consider further of it. HEIGH. Nay, all will go, if one. Prythee, stay. Thou'rt such a rash and giddy-headed youth, Each stone's a thorn. Heyday! he skips for haste: Young Harvey did but jest; I know he'll go. WAL. Nay, he may choose for me. But if he will, Why does he not? why stands he prating still? If you'll go, come; if not, farewell. HAR. Hire a post-horse for him (gentle Frank), Here's haste, and more haste than a hasty pudding. You madman, madcap, wild-oats! we are for you, It boots not stay, when you intend to go. WAL. Come away then. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ PISARO, ALVARO, DELION, _and_ VANDAL. PIS. A thousand welcomes, friends. Monsieur Delion, Ten thousand bien-venus unto yourself. Signor Alvaro, Master Vandal, Proud am I, that my roof contains such friends. Why Mall, Laurentia, Mat! Where be these girls? _Enter the three Sisters_. Lively, my girls; and bid these strangers welcome. They are my friends, your friends, and our well-willers. You cannot tell what good you may have on them. Gods me! why stir you not? Hark in your ear: These be the men, the choice of many millions, That I, your careful father, have provided To be your husbands; therefore bid them welcome. MATH. Nay, by my troth, 'tis not the guise of maids To give a slavering salute to men: [_Aside._ If these sweet youths have not the wit to do it, We have the honesty to let them stand. VAN. Gods sekerlin, dats unfra meskin, Monsieur Delion, dare de grote friester, dare wode ic zene, tis un-fra daughter, dare heb ic so long lovde, dare heb my desire so long gewest. ALV. Ah! Venice, Roma, Italia, Francia, Angliterra, nor all dis orb can show so much bellezza, veramente de secunda Madonna de grand beauty. DEL. Certes, me dinck de mine depeteta de little Anglois de me maitresse Pisaro is un nette, un becues, un fra, et un tendra demosella. PIS. What stocks, what stones, what senseless trunks be these! When as I bid you speak, you hold your tongue. When I bid peace, then can you prate and chat, And gossip. But go to, speak and bid welcome, Or (as I live) you were as good you did.