Wor. If you win her, you shall wear her, 'faith; I would not value the conquest, without the credit of the victory.
Enter Kite.
Kite. Captain, captain! a word in your ear.
Plume. You may speak out, here are none but friends.
Kite. You know, sir, that you sent me to comfort the good woman in the straw, Mrs. Molly—my wife, Mr. Worthy.
Wor. O ho! very well. I wish you joy, Mr. Kite.
Kite. Your worship very well may—for I have got both a wife and a child in half an hour—But as I was saying—you sent me to comfort Mrs. Molly—my wife, I mean—but what d'ye think, sir? she was better comforted before I came.
Plume. As how?
Kite. Why, sir, a footman in a blue livery had brought her ten guineas to buy her baby-clothes.
Plume. Who, in the name of wonder, could send them?