Moll. But I have the charge of my father's keys, where all his writings lie.
Anc. How all things jump in a just equivalency,
To keep thee from the thing of threescore and ten!
Didst thou not see my mortgage lately there?
Moll. Stay, stay.
Alex. A white devil with a red fox-tail in a black box. [Aside.
Moll. But yesterday my father showed it me, and swears, if I pleased him well, it should serve to jump[85] out my portion.
Anc. Prove thine old dad a prophet; bring it with thee, wench.
Moll. But now, at's parting, he charged me to have a care to that as to my maidenhead.
Alex. Why, if he have thy maidenhead and that into the bargain, thy charge is performed. Away, get thee in, forget not the hour; and you had better fight under Ancient Young's colours than the old man's standard of sixty and ten.
Anc.[86] Remember this, mad-brain! [Exeunt.