Wild. And while you sad it once to one, I'll talk freer than a privileged fool, and swear as unreasonably as losing gamesters, and abuse thee for thinking to reclaim a woman by thy love: call them all bowls thrown, that will run where they will run, and lovers like fools run after them, crying, rub and fly for me. I believe none fair, nor handsome, nor honest, but the kind.
Care. We must make the captain of our plot, lest he betray us. This will gain us some revenge upon the lovers to whom I grudge the wenches, not that I believe they're worth half the cost they pay for them. And we may talk; but 'tis not our opinion can make them happier or more miserable.
Enter Jolly.
Wild. Jolly! Will, where hast thou been? We had such sport with the parson of our town: he's married this morning to Wanton.
Jolly. Who? the captain's wench? he's in a good humour then. As you love mirth, let's find him: I have news to blow his rage with, and 'twill be mirth to us to see him divided betwixt the several causes of his anger, and lose himself in his rage, while he disputes which is the greater. Your opinion, gentlemen: is this or his wench the greater loss?
Care. What hast thou there? pearl![218] they're false, I hope.
[Here he pulls out the pearl.
Jolly. Why do you hope so?
Care. Because I am thy friend, and would be loth to have thee hanged for stealing.