Clor. Ha, ha, ha, pray let me laugh extreamly.
Fra. Why? prethee why? hast thou such cause?
Clor. Yes faith, my Brother will be here straightway, and—
Fra. What?
Clor. The other party: ha, ha, ha.
Fra. What party?
Wench thou art not drunk?
Clor. No faith.
Fra. Faith thou hast been among the bottles Clora.
Clor. Faith but I have not Frank: Prethee be handsom,
The Captain comes along too, wench.
Fra. O is that it
That tickles ye?