Mat.
You are pleasant gentlemen: what is your pleasure?
Gil.
Saw you Sir Arnold Cautious here to day?
Gil.
Ha' you a roome i' your house for us?
Mat.
Have you any more company to come to you?
Wat.
Yes, we expect some gentlemen.
Mat.
Gentlemen did you say?
Gil.
Yes indeed gentlemen, no gentlewomen I assure you.
Mat.
Intruth sir all the roomes within are gone.
Gil.
What they are not gone abroad, are they?
Mat.
You are alwayes pleasant sir: I meane they are all ta∣ken up.
Gil.
There are some taken up in 'hem, is't not so?
Mat.
Still you are pleasant sir: they are indeed bespoken for great Courtiers, and Ladyes that are to dine here.
Gar.
If you will bestow your selves in the garden, and make choise of your Arbour: you shall have the best cheer the house can afford yee, and you are welcome.
Gil.
Be it so then; lets walke about gentlemen. Pray send us some wine.
Wat.
And a dish of your Sparagus.
Mat.
You shall have it gentlemen.
Exit.
Gil.
Did you note the wit o'the woman?
Wat.
I, because we had no wenches we must have no chamber∣roome, for feare she disappoynt some that may bring 'hem.
Sam.
Shee spake of great Courtiers and Ladyes that are to come.
Wat.
Some good stuffe perhaps.
Gil.
Why I assure you, right noble, and right vertuous persons, and of both sexes doe frequent the place.
Sam.
And I assure you, as ignoble and vicious doe pester it too much; and these that respect profit meerely have not the wit, and lesse the vertue to distinguish betwixt the best and the worst, but by their purses.
Wat.
'Tis enough for them to weed their garden, not their guests: O here comes our collation.