Con. I will.
Adri. Remember!
Taf. Will you perform so much?
Bout. Or lose my blood.
Taf. Make him subscribe it; and then I vow,
By sacred Vesta's ever-hallowed fire,
To take thee to my bed.
Bout. Till then, farewell.
Taf. He's worthy love, whose virtues most excel.
Adri. Remember! [to Con.] What, is't a match betwixt you, mistress?
[Exit Boutcher and Constantia.
Taf. I have set the fool in hope: h' has undertook
To rid me of that fleshly Captain Face;
Which swears in taverns and all ordinaries
I am his lawful wife. He shall allay
The fury of the captain, and I (secure)
Will laugh at the disgrace they both endure. [Exeunt.