[She speaks to Master Jolly.
Jolly. I shall endeavour, lady, and fail in nothing that is in my power to disoblige you; for there is none more ambitious of your ill opinion than I.
Plea. I rejoice at it; for the less love, the better welcome still.
Wid. And as ever you had an ounce of love for the widow, be not friends among yourselves.
Wild. Aunt, though we were at strife when we were alone, yet now we unite like a politic state against the common enemy.
Plea. The common enemy! what is that?
Wild. Women, and lovers in general.
Wid. Nay, then we have a party, niece: claim quickly, now is the time, according to the proverb, keep a thing seven years, and then if thou hast no use on't, throw't away.
Plea. Agreed, let's challenge our servants: by the love they have professed, they cannot in honour refuse to join with us. And see where they come!