_Lord._ Gentlemen-maskers, you shall begin. [_They hoist Sir_ MART. _and_ WARN.
_Sir John._ They point to Mrs Millisent and Mrs Christian, _A Lou's touche! touche!_
[_While they drink, the company dances and sings: They are taken down._
_Mood._ A rare toping health this: Come, Sir John, now you and I will be in our altitudes.
_Sir John._ What new device is this, trow?
[_When they are up, the company dances about them: They dance off. Tony dances a jigg._
_Sir John._ Pray, Mr Fool, where's the rest of your company? I would fain see 'em again. [_To Tony._
_Land._ Come down, and tell them so, Cudden.
_Sir John._ I'll be hanged if there be not some plot in it, and this fool is set here to spin out the time.
_Mood._ Like enough! undone! undone! my daughter's gone! let me down, sirrah.
_Sir John._ My mistress is gone, let me down first.
_Land._ This is the quickest way, Cudden. [_He offers to pull down the stools._
_Sir John._ Hold! hold! or thou wilt break my neck.
_Land._ An you will not come down, you may stay there, Cudden. [_Exit Landlord, dancing._
_Mood._ All this was long of you, Sir Jack.
_Sir John._ 'Twas long of yourself, to invite them hither.
_Mood._ O you young coxcomb, to be drawn in thus!
_Sir John._ You old Scot you, to be caught so sillily!
_Mood._ Come but an inch nearer, and I'll so claw thee.
_Sir John._ I hope I shall reach to thee.
_Mood._ An 'twere not for thy wooden breast-work there----
_Sir John._ I hope to push thee down from Babylon.
_Enter Lord, Lady_ DUPE, _Sir_ MARTIN, WARNER, ROSE, MILLISENT _veiled, and Landlord_.
_Lord._ How, gentlemen! what, quarrelling among yourselves!
_Mood._ Coxnowns! help me down, and let me have fair play; he shall never marry my daughter.
_Sir Mart._ [_Leading_ ROSE.] No, I'll be sworn that he shall not; therefore never repine, sir, for marriages, you know, are made in heaven; in fine, sir, we are joined together in spite of fortune.
_Rose._ [_Pulling off her mask_.] That we are, indeed, Sir Martin, and these are witnesses; therefore, in fine, never repine, sir, for marriages, you know, are made in heaven.
_Warn._ What, is Rose split in two? Sure I have got one Rose!
_Mill._ Ay, the best Rose you ever got in all your life. [_Pulls off her mask._