Jolly. I will not swear they are honestly come by: but I'll be sworn there's neither force nor theft in't.
Wild. Prythee, speak out of riddles: here's none but your friends.
Jolly. Faith, take it. You have heard the captain brag of an old lady, which he thinks he keeps close in a box; but I know where hangs a key can let a friend in, or so. From her, my brace of worthies, whose wits are dulled with plenty this morning, with three good words and four good deeds I earned this toy.
Care. The mirth yet we will all share. I am in pain till we find him, that we may vex his wit, that he presumes so much on.
Wild. Let's go, let's go. I will desire him to let me see his wench: I will not understand him if he says she's gone.
Care. I'll beg of him, for old acquaintance' sake, to let me see his old lady.
Jolly. Hark! I hear his voice.——
Capt. [Within.] Which way?
Care. The game plays itself. Begin with him, Ned, while we talk as if we were busy: we'll take our cue.
Wild. When I put off my hat.