Moll. I shall, sir.
Blood. And—well-remembered, Moll—the keys of my compting-house are in the left pocket of my hose[78] above i' th' wicker chair; look to them, and have a care of the black box there I have often told thee of: look to that as to thy maidenhead.
Moll. I shall, sir.
Blood. Pray for me, all; pray for me, all.
Sim. Have you left out anything for supper?
Blood. Out, rogue! shall not I be at infinite expense to-morrow? fast to-night, and pray for me.
Sim. An old devil in a greasy satin doublet keep you company! [Aside.
Blood. Ha, what's that?
Sim. I say, the satin doublet you will wear to-morrow will be the best in the company, sir.
Blood. That's true, that's true. I come, widow, I come, wench. [Exit Bloodhound.