Care. Agreed. We shall be sure of good wine there, and in fresco; for he is never without patent snow.
Wild. Patent snow! What, doth that project hold?
Jolly. Yes, faith; and now there's a commission appointed for toasts against the next winter.
Wild. Marry, they are wise, and foresaw the parliament, and were resolved their monopolies should be no grievance to the people.
Capt. Farewell! You will be sure to meet?
Omnes. Yes, yes.
[Exeunt omnes.
SCENE III.
Enter Wanton and her Maid, with her lap full of things.