A Tale of a Tub ACT 5. SCENE 8.

Jack, Hilts.

Jac.
Yonder's another Wedding, Master Basket,
Brought in by Vicar Hugh.

Hil.
What are they, Jack?

Jac.
The High Constable's Man, Ball Hanny; and
Mrs. Wispes,
Our Ladies Woman. Hil. And are the Table merry?

Jac.
There's a young Tile-maker makes all laugh;
He will not eat his Meat, but crys at th' Board,
He shall be hang'd.

Hil.
He has lost his Wench already:
As good be hang'd.

Jac.
Was she that is Pol-martin,
Our Fellows Mistris, wench to that Sneak-John?

Hil.
I faith, Black Jack, he should have been her Bride-
groom:
But I must go to wait o' my Wise Masters.

Jack, you shall wait on me, and see the Mask anon:
I am half Lord Chamberlain i' my Master's absence.

Jac.
Shall we have a Mask? Who makes it?

Hil.
In-and-In.
The Master of Islington: Come, go with me
To the sage Sentences of Finsbury.