MAR. I cannot tell what language I should speak: If I speak English (as I can none other) They cannot understand me nor my welcome. ALV. Bella madonna, dere is no language so dolce; dolce, dat is sweet, as de language dat you sal speak, and de velcome dat you sal say, sal be vel perfectamente. MAR. Pray, sir, what is all this in English? ALV. De usa sal vel teash you vat dat is; and if you sal please, I will teash you to parlar Italiano. PIS. And that, methinks, sir, not without need: And with Italian too a child's obedience, With such desire to seek to please their parents, As others far more virtuous than themselves Do daily strive to do. But 'tis no matter: I'll shortly pull your haughty stomachs down. I'll teach you urge your father; make you run When I bid run, and speak when I bid speak. What greater cross can careful parents have [_Knock within._ Than careless children? Stir, and see who knocks. _Enter_ HARVEY, WALGRAVE, _and_ HEIGHAM. WAL. Good morrow to my good Mistress Mathea. MATH. As good a morrow to the morrow-giver. PIS. A murrain! what make these? what do they here? HEIGH. You see, Master Pisaro, we are bold guests. You could have bid no surer men than we. PIS. Hark you, gentlemen; I did expect you At afternoon, not before two o'clock, HAR. Why, sir, if you please, you shall have us here at two o'clock, at three o'clock, at four o'clock; nay, till to-morrow this time; yet I assure you, sir, we came not to your house without inviting. PIS. Why, gentlemen, I pray, who bad you now? Whoever did it, sure, hath done you wrong; For scarcely could you come to worser cheer. HEIGH. It was your own self bad us to this cheer, When you were busy with Balsaro talking. You bad us cease our suits till dinner-time, And then to use it for our table-talk: And we, I warrant you, as sure as steel-- PIS. A murrain on yourselves and sureness too! How am I cross'd! God's me, what shall I do? This was that ill news of the Spanish pirates, That so disturb'd me. Well, I must dissemble, And bid them welcome; but for my daughters, I'll send them hence; they shall not stand and prate. [_Aside._ Well, my masters, gentlemen, and friends, Though unexpected, yet most heartily welcome-- Welcome with a vengeance [_Aside_]--but for your cheer, That will be small: yet too-too much for you. [_Aside._ Mall, in and get things ready. Laurentia, Bid Maudlin lay the cloth, take up the meat. Look, how she stirs; you sullen elf, you callet! Is this the haste you make? [_Exeunt_ MARINA _and_ LAURENTIA.