Wendoll. Ten angels on Sir Francis Acton’s hawk; As much upon his dogs. Cranwell. I am for Sir Charles Mountford; I have seen His hawk and dog both tried. What, clap you hands? Or is’t no bargain? Wendoll. Yes, and stake them down: Were they five hundred, they were all my own. Sir Francis Acton. Be stirring early with the lark to-morrow;[1.06] I’ll rise into my saddle ere the sun Rise from his bed. Sir Charles Mountford. If there you miss me, say I am no gentleman: I’ll hold my day. Sir Francis Acton. It holds on all sides. Come, to-night let’s dance, Early to-morrow let’s prepare to ride; We had need be three hours up before the bride. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_A Yard_. _Enter_ Nicholas, Jenkin, Jack Slime, _and_ Roger Brickbat, _with_ Country Wenches, _and two or three_ Musicians. Jenkin. Come, Nick, take you Joan Miniver to trace withal; Jack Slime, traverse you with Cicely Milk-pail: I will take Jane Trubkin, and Roger Brickbat shall have Isbel Motley; and now that they are busy in the parlour, come, strike up; we’ll have a crash[1.07] here in the yard. Nicholas. My humour is not compendious; dancing I possess not, though I can foot it; yet, since I am fallen into the hands of Cicely Milk-pail, I consent. Slime. Truly Nick, though we were never brought up like serving courtiers, yet we have been brought up with serving creatures, ay, and God’s creatures too; for we have been brought up to serve sheep, oxen, horses, hogs, and such like: and, though we be but country fellows, it may be in the way of dancing we can do the horse-trick as well as serving-men. Brickbat. Ay, and the cross-point too. Jenkin. O Slime, O Brickbat, do not you know that comparisons are odious? now we are odious ourselves too, therefore there are no comparisons to be made betwixt us. Nicholas. I am sudden, and not superfluous; I am quarrelsome, and not seditious; I am peaceable, and not contentious; I am brief, and not compendious. Slime. Foot it quickly: if the music overcome not my melancholy, I shall quarrel; and if they do not suddenly strike up, I shall presently strike them down. Jenkin. No quarrelling, for God’s sake: truly, if you do, I shall set a knave between ye. Slime. I come to dance, not to quarrel. Come, what shall it be? “Rogero?”[1.08] Jenkin. “Rogero!” no; we will dance “The Beginning of the World.” Cicely. I love no dance so well as “John come kiss me now.” Nicholas. I, that have ere now deserved a cushion, call for the “Cushion-dance.” Brickbat. For my part, I like nothing so well as “Tom Tyler.” Jenkin. No; we’ll have “The Hunting of the Fox.” Slime. “The Hay,” “The Hay;” there’s nothing like “The Hay.” Nicholas. I have said, I do say, and I will say again-- Jenkin. Every man agree to have it as Nick says. All. Content. Nicholas. It hath been, it now is, and it shall be--