Now, fellow, What’s there?

Make haste, make haste. Exit First Servingman . Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. Exit.

Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, ’tis day: The county will be here with music straight, For so he said he would: I hear him near. Music within. Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!