Mal. Nay, be not jaw-fall’n, my most sharking Mulligrub.
Free. ’Tis your just affliction; remember the sins of the cellar, and repent, repent! 50
Mul. I am not jaw-fall’n, but I will hang the coney-catching Cocledemoy; and there’s an end of’t.
[Exit.
Caq. Is it a right stone? it shows well by candle-light.
Free. So do many things that are counterfeit, but I assure you this is a right diamond.
Caq. Might I borrow it of you? it will not a little grace my finger in visitation of my mistress.
Free. Why, use it, most sweet Caqueteur, use it.
Caq. Thanks, good sir; ’tis grown high night: gentles, rest to you.
[Exit.