Shift. Sir, I shall be reasonable.
Will. I am sure Fetherfool and Blunt have some wise Design upon these two Monsters—it must be so—and this Bill has put an extravagant Thought into my Head—hark ye, Shift. [Whispers to him.
Blunt. The Devil’s in’t if this will not redeem my Reputation with the Captain, and give him to understand that all the Wit does not lie in the Family of the Willmores, but that this Noddle of mine can be fruitful too upon Occasion.
Feth. Ay, and Lord, how we’ll domineer, Ned, hah—over Willmore and the rest of the Renegade Officers, when we have married these Lady Monsters, hah, Ned.
Blunt. —Then to return back to Essex worth a Million.
Feth. And I to Croyden—
Blunt. —Lolling in Coach and Six—
Feth. —Be dub’d Right Worshipful—
Blunt. And stand for Knight of the Shire.
Will. Enough—I must have my Share of this Jest, and for divers and sundry Reasons thereunto belonging, must be [this very Mountebank expected].