[Aside.
Care. I'll charge him. Here, drink, poor fellow, and stay in the next room till he comes.
Tai. I thank your worship, but I'm fasting; and if it please your worship to call for a dozen of manchets, that I may eat a crust first, then I'll be bold with a glass of your sack.
Wild. Here, here, drink. In the meantime, fetch him some bread.
Tai. Will your worship have me drink all this vessel of sack?
Care. Yes, yes, off with't: 'twill do you no harm.
[The Tailor drinks.
Wild. Why do you not take some order with that Jolly, to make him pay thee?
Tai. I have petitioned him often, but can do no good.
Care. A pox upon him! Petition him! his heart is hardened to ill. Threaten to arrest him: nothing but a sergeant can touch his conscience.