Wild. So she knows I have not the pearl, I am content.
Capt. She'll quickly find that, when she sees you come not to-night according to my appointment, and hears I have sold the pearl.
Jolly. Here then ceaseth our offensive war.
Capt. I'll give you counsel worth two ropes of pearl.
Care. But the wench—how came the parson to get her?
Capt. Faith, 'tis hard to say which laboured most, he or I, to make that match; but the knave did well. There it is, if you assist, I mean to lay the scene of your mirth to-night; for I am not yet fully revenged upon the rogue: for that I know him miserable, is nothing, till he believe so too. Wanton and I have laid the plot.
Jolly. Do you hold correspondence?
Capt. Correspondence! I tell thee, the plots we laid to draw him on would make a comedy.
Enter a Servant.
Ser. Sir, the ladies stay dinner.