_Sir quint._ Well sayd, heere, wryte them out agen, and put the men from the women, and _Peeter_, when we are at Church bring |195| wine and cakes, be light & nimble good _Flash_, for your burden will be but light. _Enter sir_ Adam _a light before him._ _Sir Adam Prickeshaft._ God morrow, god morrow: goe, in, in, in, to the Bridegroome, taste a cup of burnt wine this morning, |200| twill make you flye the better all the day after. _Sir Adam._ You are an early styrrer Sir _Quintilian Shorthose_. _Sir qui._ I am so, it behoues me at my daughters wedding, in, in, in; fellow put out thy torch, and put thy selfe into my buttery, the torch burnes ill in thy hand, the wine will burne better |205| in thy belly, in, in. _Flash._ Ware there, roome for Sir _Adam Prickeshaft_: your Worship-- _Exit._ _Enter_ Sir Vaughan _and Mistris_ Mineuer. |210| _Sir quin._ Sir _Vaughan_ and Widdow _Mineuer_, welcome, welcome, a thousand times: my lips Mistris Widdow shall bid you God morrow, in, in, one to the Bridegroome, the other to the Bride. _Sir Vaughan_. Why then Sir _quiontilian Shorthose_, I will step into mistris Bride, and Widdow _Mineuer_, shall goe vpon M. |215| Bridegroome. _Mineu._ No pardon, for by my truely Sir _Vaughan_, Ile ha no dealings with any M. Bridegroomes. _Sir quin._ In widdow in, in honest knight in. _Sir Vaug._ I will vsher you mistris widdow. |220| _Flash._ Light there for Sir _Vaughan_; your good Worship-- _Sir Vaug._ Drinke that shilling Ma. _Peeter Flash_, in your guttes and belly. _Fla._ Ile not drinke it downe sir, but Ile turne it into that which shall run downe, oh merrily! _Exit Sir Vaughan._ |225| _Enter_ Blunt, Crispinus, Demetrius, _and others with Ladies, lights before them._ _Sir quin._ God morrow to these beauties, and Gentlemen, that haue Vshered this troope of Ladyes to my daughters wedding, welcome, welcome all; musick? nay then the bridegroome’s |230| comming, where are these knaues heere? _Flash._ All here sir. _Enter_ Terill, Sir Adam, Sir Vaughan, Celestine, Mineuer _and other Ladies and attendants with lights._ _Teri._ God morrow Ladies and fayre troopes of gallants, that |235| haue depos’d the drowzy King of sleep, _to Crowne our_ traine with your rich presences, _I salute you all_; Each one share thanks from thanks in generall. _Cris._ God morrow M. Bride-groome, mistris Bride. _Omnes._ God morrow M. Bride-groome. |240| _Ter._ Gallants I shal intreate you to prepare, For Maskes and Reuels to defeate the night, Our Soueraigne will in person grace our marriage. _Sir quin._ What will the king be heer? _Ter._ Father he will.