Wanton. Bid them ply him close, and flatter him, and rail upon the old lady and the captain: and, do you hear, give him some hints to begin the story of his life. Do it handsomely, and you shall see the sack will clip his tongue.
Maid. I warrant you, I'll fit him.
Wan. When he is in his discourse, leave him, and come down into the parlour, and steal away his box with the false rings that stands by his bedside. I have all his little plate here already.
Maid. Make you haste. I'll warrant you, you'll dress him.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter the Captain, with a letter in his hand, and his Boy to him with a candle: is going to write the superscription.
Boy. Sir, the Lady Loveall passed by even now.
Capt. The Lady Loveall! Which way went she?
Boy. To the rich lady, the widow, where your worship dined.