Par. Something I'll do.
Wan. Do it, then, or I shall curse that e'er I saw you. Death! let the sign of my lady, an out-of-fashion whore, that has paid for sin ever since yellow starch[222] and wheel fardingales were cried down, let her abuse me, and say nothing: if this passes——
Par. As Christ bless me, but I did, sweet heart; and if it were not church livings are mortal, and they are always hitting me in the teeth with a man of my[223] coat, she should find I am no churchman within, nor Master Parson but in my coat. Come to dinner, and after dinner I'll do something.
Wan. I shall do something will vex somebody.
Enter Bawd.
Bawd. Will you please to come to dinner? the company stays.
Par. Come, let's go in.
Wan. No, I must walk a little to digest this breakfast; the guests else will wonder to see I am troubled.
Par. Come, let this day pass in mirth, spite of mischief, for luck's sake.
[Exit Parson.