Sue. Go look, Master Littlewit. Will not any woman thrust herself upon a good fortune when it is offered her?
Blood. Sir Marmaduke, you are a justice of peace; I charge you in the king's name, you and Master Ambidexter, to assist me with the whore and the bawd to Bridewell.
Sir Mar. By my troth, we will, and we shall have an excellent stomach by that time dinner's ready.
Amb. Ay, ay, away with them, away with them!
Mis. Coote. O this rogue Jarvis!
[Exeunt Coote and Shortheels.
Blood. Now, now, you look like a melancholy dog, that had lost his dinner; where's my hundred marks now, you coxcomb?
Tim. Truly, father, I have paid some sixteen reckonings since I saw you: I was never sober since you sent me to the devil yesterday; and for the rest of your money, I sent it to one Captain Carvegut. He swore to me his father was my Lord Mayor's cook, and that by Easter next you should have the principal and eggs for the use, indeed, sir.
Blood. O rogue, rogue! I shall have eggs for my money:[106] I must hang myself.
Sim. Not before dinner, pray, sir; the pies are almost baked.