_Sir quin._ Come knaues, night begins to be like my selfe, an olde man; day playes the theefe and steales vpon vs; O well done wenches, well done, well done, you haue couered all the stony way to church with flowers, tis well, tis well, ther’s an |145| Embleame too, to be made out of these flowers and stones, but you are honest wenches, in, in, in. 2. When we come to your yeares, we shal learne what honesty is, come pew-fellow. _Exeunt._ _Sir quin._ Is the musicke come yet? so much to do! Ist come? |150| _Omnes._ Come sir. _Sir quin._ Haue the merry knaues pul’d their fiddle cases ouer their instruments eares? _Flash._ As soone as ere they entred our gates, the noyse went, before they came nere the great Hall, the faint hearted villiacoes |155| sounded at least thrice. _Sir quin._ Thou shouldst haue reuiu’d them with a Cup of burnt wine and sugar; sirra, you, horse-keeper, goe, bid them curry theyr strings: Is my daughter vp yet? _Exit._ _Flash._ Vp sir? she was seene vp an houre agoe. |160| _Sir quin._ Shee’s an early sturrer, ah sirra. _Flash._ Shee’l be a late sturrer soone at night sir. _Sir Quint._ Goe too _Peeter Flash_, you haue a good sodaine flash of braine, your wittes husky, and no maruaile, for tis like one of our Comedians beardes, still ith stubble: about your busines, |165| and looke you be nymble to flye from the wine, or the nymble wine will catch you by the nose. _Flash._ If your wine play with my nose Sir, Ile knocke’s coxcombe. _Sir quin._ Doe _Peeter_, and weare it for thy labour; |170| Is my Sonne in Law Sir _Walter Terell_ ready yet? _Omnes._ Ready sir. _Exit another._ _Sir Quin._ One of you attend him: Stay _Flash_, where’s the note of the guestes you haue inuited? _Flash._ Here Sir, Ile pull all your guestes out of my bosome; |175| the men that will come, I haue crost, but all the Gentlewomen haue at the tayle of the last letter a pricke, because you may read them the better. _Sir quint._ My spectacles, lyght, lyght, knaues: Sir _Adam Prickshaft_, thou hast crost him, heele come. |180| _Flash._ I had much a doe sir, to draw Sir _Adam Prickeshaft_ home, because I tolde him twas early, but heele come. _Sir quint._ Justice _Crop_, what will he come? _Flash._ He took phisicke yesterday sir. _Sir quint._ Oh then _Crop_ cannot come. |185| _Flash._ O Lord yes, sir yes, twas but to make more roome in his Crop for your good cheare, _Crop_ will come. _Sir quint._ Widdow _Mineuer_. _Flash._ Shee’s prickt you see sir, and will come. _Sir quint._ Sir _Vaughan ap Rees_, oh hee’s crost twise, so, so, so, |190| then all these Ladyes, that fall downewardes heere, will come I see, and all these Gentlemen that stand right before them. _Flash._ All wil come.