Lit. O, is that all, Win? we’ll go back to captain Jordan, to the pig-woman’s, Win, he’ll help us, or she, with a dripping-pan, or an old kettle, or something. The poor greasy soul loves you, Win; and after we’ll visit the Fair all over, Win, and see my puppet-play, Win; you know it’s a fine matter, Win.
[Exeunt Littlewit and Mrs. Littlewit.
Leath. Let’s away; I counsell’d you to pack up afore, Joan.
Trash. A pox of his Bedlam purity! He has spoiled half my ware; but the best is, we lose nothing if we miss our first merchant.
Leath. It shall be hard for him to find or know us, when we are translated, Joan.
[Exeunt.
[ACT IV]
SCENE I.—The Fair.
Booths, Stalls, a pair of Stocks, etc.