Jar. I would not have my wishes wronged; if I should bring it about handsomely, you can be honest. [Aside.
Alex. Can [I]? dost conclude me a satin cheat? [Aside.
Jar. No, a smooth gallant, sir. Do not you fail to be here soon at nine, still provided you will be honest: if I convey you not under her bed, throw me a top o' th' tester, and lay me out o' th' way like a rusty bilbo. [Aside.
Alex. Enough; drink that. [Aside, giving him money.] Farewell, widow; Fate, the Destinies, and the three ill-favoured Sisters have concluded the means, and when I am thy husband——
Wid. I shall be your wife.
Alex. Do but remember these cross capers then, ye bitter-sweet one.[46] [Exit.
Wid. Till then adieu, you bitter-sweet one. [Exit.
Jar. This dinner would have showed better in bed-lane; and she at the other side holdeth her whole nest of suitors [at] play. What art decks the dark labyrinth of a woman's heart! [Exit.
Enter Mary Bloodhound and Sim.
Moll. Marry old Ear-lack! is my father mad?