Tim. How! prythee, grannum, look to Dab: do you two but hold them in talk, whilst I steal down and pay the reckoning.
Lieut. Do't daintily: they'll stay all night.
Tim. That's it I would have, man: we'll make them all drunk; they'll never leave us else, and still as it comes to a crown, I'll steal down and pay it in spite of their teeth. Remember, therefore, that ye make them all drunk; but be sure you keep me sober to pay the reckonings.
Omnes. Agreed, agreed.
Mis. Coote. O Jarvis, Jarvis, how I long till I see thee! [Exeunt.
Enter Moll Bloodhound, and Sim with a letter.
Moll. There we must meet soon, and be married to-morrow morning, Sim: is't not a mad brother?
Sim. Yes, and I can tell you news of a mad lover.
Moll. What is he, in the name of Cupid?