_Old K._ We have caught 'em. _Witty._ Thank my wit Father. _Guard._ Which is the Knight think you? _Nee._ I know not, he will be found when he speaks, No Masque can disguise his tongue. _Witty._ Are you charg'd? _Old K._ Are you awake? _Witty._ I'm answer'd in a question. _Cun._ Next change we meet, we lose our hands no more. _Nee._ Are you prepar'd to tye 'em? _Cun._ Yes, You must go with me. _Guard._ Whither Sir? not from my charge believe me. _Cun._ She goes along. _Nee._ Will you venture and my Uncle here? _Cun._ His stay's prepar'd for. _Guard._ 'Tis the Knight sure, I'll follow. [_Exit_ Cun. Nee. Guard. _Old K._ How now, the Musick tir'd before us? _Ruin._ Yes Sir, we must be paid now. _Witty._ Oh that's my charge, Father. _Old K._ But stay, where are our wanton Ladies gone? Son, where are they? _Witty._ Only chang'd the room in a change, that's all sure. _Old K._ I'll make 'em all sure else, and then return to you. _Ruin._ You must pay for your Musick first, Sir. _Old K._ Must? are there musty Fidlers? are Beggars choosers now? Ha! why _Witty-pate_, Son, where am I? _Witty._ You were dancing e'en now, in good measure, Sir, Is your health miscarried since? what ail you, Sir? _Old K._ Death, I may be gull'd to my face, where's my Neece? What are you? _L. Ru._ None of your Neece, Sir. _Old K._ How now? have you loud instruments too? I'll hear No more, I thank you; what have I done to To bring these fears about me? Son, where am I? _Witty._ Not where you should be, Sir, you [should] be paying For your Musick, and you are in a maze. _Old K._ Oh, is't so, put up, put up, I pray you, Here's a crown for you. _L. Ruin._ Pish, a crown? _Ruin. Pris._ Ha, ha, ha, a crown? _Old K._ Which way do you laugh? I have seen a crown Has made a Consort laugh heartily. _Witty._ Father, To tell you truth, these are no ordinary Musicians, they expect a bounty Above their punctual desert. _Old K._ A ---- on your Punks, and their deserts too. Am I not cheated all this while think you? Is not your pate in this? _Witty._ If you be cheated, You are not to be indicted for your own goods, Here you trifle time to market your bounty And make it base, when it must needs be free For ought I can perceive. _Old K._ Will you know the lowest price, Sir? _Witty._ That I will Sir, with all my heart. _Old K._ Unless I was discover'd, and they now fled Home agen for fear, I am absolutely beguil'd, That's the best can be hop'd for. _Witty._ Faith 'tis somewhat too dear yet, Gentlemen. _Ruin._ There's not a Denier to be bated, Sir. _Old K._ Now Sir, how dear is it? _Witty._ Bate but the t'other ten pound? _Pris._ Not a Bawbee, Sir.