[_To them_] MINCING.
MINC. Mem, I come to acquaint your laship that dinner is impatient.
SIR WIL. Impatient? Why, then, belike it won’t stay till I pull off my
boots. Sweetheart, can you help me to a pair of slippers? My man’s with
his horses, I warrant.
LADY. Fie, fie, nephew, you would not pull off your boots here? Go down
into the hall:—dinner shall stay for you. My nephew’s a little unbred:
you’ll pardon him, madam. Gentlemen, will you walk? Marwood?
MRS. MAR. I’ll follow you, madam,—before Sir Wilfull is ready.