Young Geraldine. Whose doors, to me, Appear as horrid as the gates of Hell. Where shall I borrow patience, or from whence, To give a meeting to this viperous brood Of friend and mistress? [_They enter the house_. SCENE II.--_A Room in_ Old Wincott’s _House_. _Enter_ Wincott, _his_ Wife, _the two_ Lionels, Owner, Delavil, Prudentilla, Reignald, _and_ Rioter. Wincott. You’ve entertained me with a strange discourse Of your man’s knavish wit; but I rejoice That in your safe return all ends so well. Most welcome you, and you, and indeed all; To whom I am bound, that at so short a warning, Thus friendly, you will deign to visit me. Old Lionel. It seems my absence hath begot some sport; Thank my kind servant here. Reignald. Not so much worth, sir. Old Lionel. But, though their riots tripped at my estate, They have not quite o’erthrown it. _Enter_ Old _and_ Young Geraldine. Wincott. But see, gentlemen, These whom we most expected come at length. This I proclaim the master of the feast, In which, to express the bounty of my love, I’ll show myself no niggard. Young Geraldine. Your choice favours I still taste in abundance. Wife. Methinks it would not misbecome me, sir, To chide your absence, that have made yourself To us so long a stranger. [Young Geraldine _turns sadly away_. Young Geraldine. Pardon me, sir, That have not yet, since your return from sea, Voted[3.56] the least fit opportunity To entertain you with a kind salute. Old Lionel. Most kindly, sir, I thank you. Delavil. Methinks, friend, You should expect green rushes[3.57] to be strowed After such discontinuance. Young Geraldine. Mistress Prue, I have not seen you long, but greet you thus: May you be lady of a better husband Than I expect a wife! Wincott. I like that greeting. Nay, enter, gentlemen; dinner perhaps Is not yet ready, but the time we stay, We’ll find some fresh discourse to spend away. [_Exeunt all but_ Delavil. Delavil. Not speak to me, nor once vouchsafe an answer, But slight me with a poor and base neglect! No, nor so much as cast an eye on her, Or least regard, though in a seeming show She courted a reply! ’Twixt him and her, Nay, him and me, this was not wont to be; If she have brain to apprehend as much As I have done, she’ll quickly find it out.-- [_Re-enter_ Young Geraldine _and_ Wife.] Now, as I live, as our affections meet, So our conceits, and she hath singled him To some such purpose. I’ll retire myself, Not interrupt their conference. [_Exit_. Wife. You are sad, sir. Young Geraldine. I know no cause. Wife. Then can I show you some. Who could be otherways, to leave a father So careful, and each way so provident? To leave so many and such worthy friends? To abandon your own country? These are some; Nor do I think you can be much the merrier For my sake.