2145Edm. This is the Marriage morning for my Mother

2146and my Sister.

2147Frail. O me, Master Edmond, we shall have rare do-

2148ings.

2149Edm. Nay go, Frailty, run to the Sexton, you know

2150my mother will be married at Saint Antlings, hie thee, 'tis

2151past five, bid them open the Church door, my Sister is al-

2152most ready.

2153Fra. What already, Master Edmond?

2154Edm. Nay go hie thee, first run to the Sexton, and

2155run to the Clerk, and then run to Master Pigman the

2156Parson, and then run to the Milliner, and then run home

2157agen.

2158Frail. Here's run, run, run---

2159Ed. But hark, Frailty.

2160Fra. What, more yet?

2161Edm. Has the Maids remembred to strew the way to

2162the Church.

2163Fra. Foh, an hour ago I helpt 'em my self.

2164Ed. Away, away, away, away then.

2166Edm. I shall have a simple Father-in-law, a brave

2167Captain, able to beat all our street: Captain Idle, now

2168my Lady Mother will be fitted for a delicate name, my

2169Lady Idle, my Lady Idle, the finest name that can be for

2170a woman, and then the Schollar, Master Pye-boord for

2171my Sister Frances, that will be Mistresse Frances Pye-

2172boord, Mistresse Frances Pye-boord, they'll keep a good

2173Table I warrant you: Now all the Knights noses are put

2174out of joynt, they may go to a Bone-setters now.

2176Hark, hark; oh who comes here with two Torches before

2177'em, my sweet Captain, and my fine Schollar? oh how

2178bravely they are shot up in one night, they look like fine

2179Britains now me thinks, here's a gallant change ifaith;

2180'slid, they have hir'd men and all by the Clock.

2181Cap. Master Edmond, kind, honest, dainty Master

2182Edmond.

2183Edm. Poh, sweet Ceptain Father-in-law, a rare per-

2184fume ifaith.

2185Pye. What, are the Brides stirring? may we steall up-

2186on 'em think'st thou, Master Edmond?

2187Edm. Faw, their e'ne upon readinesse I can assure

2188you: for they were at their Torch e'ne now, by the same

2189token I tumbled down the staires.

2190Pye. Alass, poor Master Edmond.

2192Cap. O, the Musicians! I prethee, Master Edmond,

2193call 'em in and liquor 'em a little.

2194Edm. That I will, sweet Captain Father-in-law, and

2195make each of them as drunk as a common Fidler.