ter,
Knowing you are his good friend, makes bold with you,
And does entreat you, more guests being come in
Than he expected, especially his nephew,
The table being too full, you would excuse him,
And sup with him on the cold meat.

_Greedy._ How! no dinner
After all my care?

_Mar._ 'Tis but a penance for
A meal; besides, you have broke your fast.

_Greedy._ That was
But a bit to stay my stomach. A man in commission
Give place to a tatterdemallion!

_Mar._ No big words, sir.
Should his worship hear you----

_Greedy._ Loose my dumpling too;
And butter'd toasts and woodcocks?

_Mar._ Come, have patience,
If you will dispense a little with your justiceship,
And sit with the waiting woman, you'll have dumpling,
Woodcock, and butter'd toasts too.

_Greedy._ This revives me:
I will gorge there sufficiently.

_Enter_ Sir Giles Overreach, _as from dinner._

_Sir G._ She's caught! O woman! she neglect my lord,
And all her compliments apply to Wellborn!
The garment of her widowhood laid by,
She now appears as glorious as the spring.
Her eyes fix'd on him; in the wine she drinks,
He being her pledge, she sends him burning kisses,
She leaves my meat to feed upon his looks;
And, if in our discourse he be but nam'd,
From her a deep sigh follows. But why grieve I
At this? It makes for me; if she prove his,
All that is hers, is mine, as I will work him.

_Enter_ Marall.

_Mar._ Sir, the whole board is troubled at your rising.

_Sir G._ No matter, I'll excuse it; pr'ythee, Marall,
watch an occasion to invite my nephew
To speak with me in private.

_Mar._ Who, the rogue,
The lady scorn'd to look on?

_Sir G._ Hold your peace!
My good lord,
Excuse my manners.

_Enter_ Lovell, Margaret, _and_ Allworth.

_Lov._ There needs none, Sir Giles;
I may ere long say father, when it please
My dearest mistress to give warrant to it.

_Sir G._ She shall seal to it my lord, and make me happy.

_Marg._ My lady--

_Enter_ Wellborn _and_ Lady Allworth.

_Lady A._ My thanks, Sir Giles,
for my entertainment.

_Sir G._ 'Tis your nobleness
To think it such.

_Lady A._ I must do you a farther wrong,
In taking away your honourable guest.

_Lov._ I wait on you, madam: farewell good Sir Giles.

_Lady A._ Nay, come, Mr. Wellborn,
I must not leave you behind, in sooth, I must not.

_Sir G._ Rob me not, madam, of all joys at once.
Let my nephew stay behind: he shall have my coach,
And, after some small conference be