Hark, hark! oh who comes here with two Torches before ’em? my sweet Captain, and my fine Scholar! oh, how bravely they are shot up in one night; they look like fine Brittains now, me thinks. Here’s a gallant change, ifaith: slid, they have hir’d men and all by the clock. CAPTAIN. Master Edmond, kind, honest, dainty Master Edmond. EDMOND. Fogh, sweet Captain Father inlaw, a rare perfume, ifaith. PYE. What, are the Brides stirring? may we steal upon ’em, thinkst thou, Master Edmond? EDMOND. Faw, there e’en upon readiness, I can assure you, for they were at their Torch e’en now: by the same token I tumbled down the stairs. PYE. Alas, poor Master Edmond. [Enter musicians.] CAPTAIN. O, the musicians! I pray thee, Master Edmond, call ’em in and liquor ’em a little. EDMOND. That I will, sweet Captain father in law, and make each of them as drunk as a common fiddler. [Exeunt omnes.] SCENE II. The same. [Enter Sir John Pennydub, and Moll above lacing of her clothes.] PENNYDUB. Whewh, Mistress Moll, Mistress Moll. MOLL. Who’s there? PENNYDUB. Tis I. MOLL. Who? Sir John Pennydub? O you’re an early cock, ifaith: who would have thought you to be so rare a stirrer? PENNYDUB. Preethe, Moll, let me come up. MOLL. No, by my faith, Sir John, I’ll keep you down, for you Knights are very dangerous in once you get above. PENNYDUB. I’ll not stay, ifaith. MOLL. Ifaith, you shall stay, for, Sir John, you must note the nature of the Climates: your Northern wench in her own Country may well hold out till she be fifteen, but if she touch the South once, and come up to London, here the Chimes go presently after twelve. PENNYDUB. O th’art a mad wench, Moll, but I pree thee make haste, for the priest is gone before. MOLL. Do you follow him, I’ll not be long after. [Exeunt.] SCENE III. A room in Sir Oliver Muckhill’s house. [Enter Sir Oliver Muckhill, Sir Andrew Tipstaff, and old Skirmish talking.] MUCK. O monstrous, un-heard of forgery. TIP. Knight, I never heard of such villainy in our own country in my life. MUCH. Why, ’tis impossible; dare you maintain your words? SKIRMISH. Dare we? een to their wezen pipes. We know all their plots, they cannot squander with us; they have knavishly abused us, made only properties on’s to advance their selves upon our shoulders, but they shall rue their abuses. This morning they are to be married.