_Dem._ Nay Captaine stay, we are of your band.
_Asi._ Ningle lets goe to some Tauerne, and dine together, for |680| my stomache rises at this scuruy leather Captaine.
_Hor._ No, they haue choakt me with mine owne disgrace, Which (fooles) ile spit againe euen in your face.
_Enter_ Sir Quintilian Shorthose, Sir Adam, Sir Vaughan, Mineuer _with seruingmen_.
|685| _Sir quinti._ Knaues, Varlets, what Lungis, giue me a dozen of stooles there.
_Sir Vau._ Sesu plesse vs all in our fiue sences a peece, what meane yee sir Kintilian Sorthose to stand so much on a dozen stooles, heere be not preeches inuffe to hyde a dozen stooles, |690| vnlesse you wisse some of vs preake his sinnes.
_Sir quin._ I say sir Vaughan no shinne shal be broken heer; what lungis, a chayre with a stronge backe, and a soft bellie, great with childe, with a cushion for this reuerend Lady.
_Mineu._ God neuer gaue me the grace to be a Lady, yet I ha |695| beene worshipt in my conscience to my face a thousand times, I cannot denye sir Vaughan, but that I haue all implements, belonging to the vocation of a Lady.
_Sir Vaughan._ I trust mistris Mineuer you haue all a honest oman shud haue?
|700| _Min._ Yes perdie, as my Coach, and my fan, and a man or two that serue my turne, and other things which Ide bee loath euery one should see, because they shal not be common, I am in manner of a Lady in one point.
_Sir Vaug._ I pray mistris Mineuers, let vs all see that point for |705| our better vnderstanding.
_Mi._ For I ha some thinges that were fetcht (I am sure) as farre as some of the Low Countries, and I payde sweetly for them too, and they tolde me they were good for Ladies.
_Sir qui._ And much good do’t thy good heart faire widdow |710| with them.
_Min._ I am fayre enough to bee a Widdow, Sir Quintilian.
_Sir Vaug._ In my soule and conscience, and well fauoured enough to be a Lady: heere is sir Kintilian Sorthose, and heere is sir Adam Prickshaft, a sentleman of a very good braine, and |715| well headed: you see he shootes his bolt sildome, but when Adam lets goe, he hits: and heere is sir Vaughan ap Rees, and I beleeue if God sud take vs all from his mercy, as I hope hee will not yet; we all three loue you, at the bottome of our bellyes, and our hearts: and therefore mistris Mineuer, if you please, |720| you shall be knighted by one of vs, whom you sall desire to put into your deuice and minde.