Act 4 Scene 4
SCENE IV. Hall in Black’s house.
Enter LADY SIRIUS BLACK and SIRIUS BLACK
LADY SIRIUS BLACK
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, Sirius.
SIRIUS BLACK
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Enter SIRIUS BLACK
SIRIUS BLACK
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Look to the baked meats, good Sirius: Spare not for the cost.
SIRIUS BLACK
Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.
SIRIUS BLACK
No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
LADY SIRIUS BLACK
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now.
Exeunt LADY SIRIUS BLACK and SIRIUS BLACK
SIRIUS BLACK
A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets
Now, fellow, What's there?
SIRIUS BLACK
Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
SIRIUS BLACK
Make haste, make haste.
Exit SIRIUS BLACK
Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
SIRIUS BLACK
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Exit
SIRIUS BLACK
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
Sirius! Wife! What, ho! What, Sirius, I say!
Re-enter SIRIUS BLACK
Go waken Sirius, go and trim her up; I'll go and chat with Sirius: hie, make haste, Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: Make haste, I say.
Exeunt