SER. The good Sir Innocent and her gentlewoman. SIR J. WOR. Go, tell 'em I desire their company, The masque stays on 'em, say; and d'ye hear, The sides of one o' th' chairs must be let out For her great ladyship. SER. Marry, shall it, sir. [_Exit_ SERVANT. _Enter_ NEVILL, COUNT, PENDANT, _and_ SIR ABRAHAM, _in their masquing robes;_ SIR ABRAHAM _gnawing on a capon's leg_. NEV. Soul! man, leave eating now: look, look! you have all dropped o' your suit. ABRA. O sir, I was in love to-day, and could not eat; but here's one knows the case is altered. Lend me but a handkerchief to wipe my mouth, and I ha' done. NEV. Soul! how this rascal stays with the rest of our things. SIR J. WOR. How now, son Count? what, ready, Master Nevill? NEV. All ready, ready; only we tarry for our vizards and our caps: I put 'em to a knave to do,[62] because I would have 'em the better done. ABRA. If you put 'em to a knave, you are like to have 'em the worse done. NEV. Your wit is most active: I called him knave in regard of his long stay, sir, not his work. ABRA. But, d'ye hear, Master Nevill? did you bespeak a vizard with a most terrible countenance for me? NEV. A very devil's face: I fear nothing, but that it will fright the women. ABRA. I would it would. And a huge moustachio?[63] NEV. A very Turk's. ABRA. Excellent! C. FRED. But do you think he will come at all? OMNES. O, there he is. SCUD. (_Within_). By your leave! stand back, by your leave! _Enter_ SCUDMORE, _like a vizard-maker_. Nothing can be done to-night, if I enter not. 2D SER. Stand back there, or I'll burn you. SCUD. 'Twere but a whorish trick, sir. 3D SER. O sir, is't you? Heart! you will be kill'd. SCUD. Marry, God forbid, sir. NEV. Pray, forbear; let me speak to him. O, you use us very well. SCUD. In good faith, I have been so troubled about this gentleman's scurvy face (I take it), 'tis wonderful. ABRA. Well, are you fitted now? NEV. Fitted at all points. C. FRED. Where are the caps? SCUD. Here, sir. PEN. Let me see mine. C. FRED. Come, help me on with mine. ABRA. This is a rare face to fright the maids i' th' country! Here now I'll pin my purse. Come, help me on. NEV. So, so, away! mine being on, I'll follow you. OMNES. Pray, make haste. [_Exeunt_ SIR JOHN WORLDLY, SIR ABRAHAM, COUNT, PENDANT. NEV. So, that door's fast, and they are busied About their charge. On with this robe of mine, This vizard and this cap: help me a little. [_Change habits._ SCUD. At first change I must tell her who I am. NEV. Right; 'tis agreed, I (leading of the masque) Should dance with Bellafront. SCUD. And at the second, I come away with her, and leave them dancing, And shall find you at the back door. NEV. The rest, That follows, is digested in my breast. SER. What would you do I stand back, Unless you can eat torches!