SCENE III.

_A hall in_ ALLWIT’S _house_.

_Enter_ ALLWIT _in one of_ SIR WALTER’S _suits, and_ DAVY _trussing him_.[57]

ALLWIT. ’Tis a busy day at our house, Davy. DAVY. Always the kursning-day,[58] sir. ALLWIT. Truss, truss me, Davy. DAVY. No matter and[59] you were hang’d, sir. [_Aside._ ALLWIT. How does this suit fit me, Davy? DAVY. Excellent neatly; My master’s things were ever fit for you, sir, E'en to a hair, you know. ALLWIT. Thou’st hit it right, Davy; We ever jump’d in one this ten years, Davy; So, well said.—

_Enter Man with a box._

What art thou? MAN. Your comfit-maker’s man, sir. ALLWIT. O sweet youth! In to the nurse, quick, quick, ’tis time, i’faith. Your mistress will be here? MAN. She was setting forth, sir. [_Exit._ ALLWIT. Here come[60] our gossips now: O, I shall have Such kissing work to-day!—

_Enter two Puritans._

Sweet mistress Underman, Welcome, i’faith. FIRST PUR. Give you joy of your fine girl, sir: Grant that her education may be pure, And become one of the faithful! ALLWIT. Thanks to your sisterly wishes, mistress Underman. SEC. PUR. Are any of the brethren’s wives yet come? ALLWIT. There are some wives within, and some at home. FIRST PUR. Verily, thanks, sir. [_Exeunt Puritans._ ALLWIT. Verily you’re an ass, forsooth: I must fit all these times, or there’s no music. Here comes a friendly and familiar pair:

_Enter two Gossips._

Now I like these wenches well. FIRST GOS. How dost, sirrah? ALLWIT. Faith, well, I thank you, neighbour;—and how dost thou? SEC. GOS. Want nothing but such getting, sir, as thine. ALLWIT. My gettings, wench? they’re poor. FIRST GOS. Fie, that thou’lt say so; Thou’st as fine children as a man can get. DAVY. Ay, as a man can get, and that’s my master. [_Aside._ ALLWIT. They’re pretty foolish things, put to making in minutes, I ne’er stand long about ’em. Will you walk in, wenches? [_Exeunt Gossips._

_Enter_ TOUCHWOOD _junior and_ MOLL.

TOUCH. JUN. The happiest meeting that our souls could wish for! Here is the ring ready; I'm beholding[61] Unto your father’s haste, has kept his hour. MOLL. He never kept it better.

_Enter_ SIR WALTER WHOREHOUND.

TOUCH. JUN. Back, be silent. SIR WAL. Mistress and partner, I will put you both Into one cup. DAVY. Into one cup? most proper; A fitting compliment for a goldsmith’s daughter. [_Aside._ ALLWIT. Yes, sir, that’s he must be your worship’s partner In this day’s business, master Touchwood’s brother. SIR WAL. I embrace your acquaintance, sir. TOUCH. JUN. It vows your service, sir. SIR WAL. It’s near high time; come, master Allwit. ALLWIT. Ready, sir. SIR WAL. Wilt please you walk? TOUCH. JUN. Sir, I obey your time. [_Exeunt._