Jolly. We are both in one hole, captain; but I was loth to venture my opinion, lest her ladyship should think I was angry, for I have a good mind to fall upon the widow.
Plea. You're a constant man, Master Jolly; you have been in that mind this twelvemonth's day.
Con. You are in the right, madam; she has it to show under his hand, but she will not come in the list with him again: she threw him the last year.
Wid. Come, shall we eat oysters? Who's there? Call for some wine. Master Jolly, you are not warm yet. Pray, be free, you are at home.
Jolly. Your ladyship is merry.
Wid. You do not take it ill to have me assure you, you are at home here?
Wild. Such another invitation (though in jest) will take away Master Sad's stomach.
[Oysters not brought in yet.
Sad. No, faith, Ned, though she should take him, it will not take away my stomach: my love is so fixed, I may wish my wishes, but she shall never want them to wait upon hers.
Plea. A traitor! bind him! has pulled down a side. Profess your love thus public?