Mat. Presently; my man is gone for them: we ha’ rigged a fleet, you see here, to sail about the world.
Cand. A dangerous voyage, sailing in such ships.
Bots. There’s no casting over board yet.
Lod. Because you are an old lady, I will have you be acquainted with this grave citizen, pray bestow your lips upon him, and bid him welcome.
Mis. H. Any citizen shall be most welcome to me:—I have used to buy ware at your shop.
Cand. It may be so, good madam.
Mis. H. Your prentices know my dealings well; I trust your good wife be in good case: if it please you, bear her a token from my lips, by word of mouth. [Kisses him.
Cand. I pray no more; forsooth, ’tis very well,
Indeed I love no sweetmeats:—Sh’as a breath
Stinks worse than fifty polecats. [Aside.] Sir, a word,
Is she a lady?
Lod. A woman of a good house, and an ancient, she’s a bawd.