MRS ART.  Bid him come hither; what a knave is that! 
Fie, fie, never out of the kitchen! 
Still broiling by the fire!

    Enter PIPKIN.

PIP.  I hope you will not take Pipkin from the fire,
Till the broth be enough.

    Enter MAID, with an apron.

MRS ART.  Well, sirrah, get a napkin and a trencher,
And wait to-day.  So, let me see:  my apron. [Puts it on.]

PIP.  Mistress, I can tell ye one thing, my master’s wench
Will come home to-day to dinner.

    Enter JUSTICE REASON, and his man HUGH.

MRS ART.  She shall be welcome, if she be his guest. 
But here’s some of our guests are come already: 
A chair for Justice Reason, sirrah!

JUS.  Good morrow, Mistress Arthur! you are like a good housewife: 
At your request I am come home.  What, a chair! 
Thus age seeks ease.  Where is your husband, mistress? 
What, a cushion, too!

PIP.  I pray you, ease your tail, sir.

JUS.  Marry, and will, good fellow; twenty thanks.

[HUGH and PIPKIN converse apart.]

PIP.  Master Hugh, as welcome as heart can tell, or tongue can think.

HUGH.  I thank you, Master Pipkin; I have got many a good dish of broth by your means.

PIP.  According to the ancient courtesy, you are welcome; according to the time and place, you are heartily welcome:  when they are busied at the board, we will find ourselves busied in the buttery; and so, sweet Hugh, according to our scholars’ phrase, gratulor adventum tuum.

HUGH.  I will answer you with the like, sweet Pipkin, gratias.

PIP.  As much grace as you will, but as little of it as you can, good Hugh.  But here comes more guests.

    Enter OLD MASTER ARTHUR and OLD MASTER LUSAM.

MRS ART.  More stools and cushions for these gentlemen.

O. ART.  What, Master Justice Reason, are you here? 
Who would have thought to have met you in this place?

O. LUS.  What say mine eyes, is Justice Reason here? 
Mountains may meet, and so, I see, may we.

JUS.  Well, when men meet, they meet,
And when they part, they oft leave one another’s company;
So we, being met, are met.

O. LUS.  Truly, you say true;
And Master Justice Reason speaks but reason: 
To hear how wisely men of law will speak!

    Enter ANSELM and FULLER.

ANS.  Good morrow, gentlemen!

MRS ART.  What? are you there?

ANS.  Good morrow, mistress, and good morrow, all!

JUS.  If I may be so bold in a strange place,
I say, good morrow, and as much to you. 
I pray, gentlemen, will you sit down? 
We have been young, like you; and, if you live
Unto our age, you will be old like us.

FUL.  Be rul’d by reason; but who’s here?