Wid. I'll interrupt them. Servant, you're welcome to town. How now, nephew? what, dumb? where are all our travelled tongues?
Jolly. Servant![212] who doth she mean? by this hand, I disclaim the title!
Plea. Captain, Secret has taken notes, and desires you would instruct her in what concerns a waiting-woman and an old lady.
Capt. Very good! yet this shall not save your dinner.
Wid. Nay, while you are in this humour, I'll not sell your companies; and though Master Jolly be incensed, I hope he will do me the favour to dine with me.
Jolly. Faith, lady, you mistake me if you think I am afraid of a widow; for I would have the world know I dare meet her anywhere, but at bed.
[Exit Jolly.
Wild. No more, aunt, we'll come: and if you will give us good meat, we'll bring good humours and good stomachs.
[Widow shuts the curtain.
Care. By this day, I'll not dine there: they take a pleasure to raise a spirit that they will not lay. I'll to Banks's.