Wid. On my life, serious; let this kiss seal it.
Jar. The softest wax ever sealed bawdy business! Now for old Bloodhound: I'll meet you upon the 'Change, sir, with a blind bargain, and then help your son to a good pennyworth; this night shall be all mirth, a mistress of delight. [Exeunt.
Enter Bloodhound,[76] Sim, and Moll.
Blood. Nay, nay, nay, mark what follows; I must bring her home i' th' dark, turn her up to bed, and here she goes to church. My cloak, sirrah.
Sim. 'Tis a very dark night, sir; you'll not have a cloak for the rain.[77]
Blood. I'm going to steal the widow from I know not how many.
Sim. Nay, then I'll let your cloak for the rain alone, and fetch you a cloak for your knavery.
Blood. To bed, to bed, good Sim. What, Moll, I say!
Moll. Sir.
Blood. I charge you, let not one be up i' th' house but yourself after the clock strikes ten, nor a light be stirring. Moll, trick up the green bed-chamber very daintily.