Jolly. I know not: Gregory turned them off, and so they descended and became Brown-martyrs.
Wild. And is the husband at door now?
Jolly. Yes, yes; but he is married again to a rich widow at Wapping, a wench of another temper: one that you cannot please better than by abusing him. I always pick quarrels with him, that she may reconcile us. The peace is always worth a dinner at least. Hark! I hear him. [Enter Crop.] Save you, Master Crop: you are come in the nick to pledge a health.
Crop. No, sir, I have other business. Shall I be paid my money or no?
[Jolly drinks.
Jolly. Yes.
Crop. Sir?
Jolly. You asked whether you should be paid your money, or no, and I said, yes.
Crop. Pray, sir, be plain.
Care. And be you so, sir. How durst you come into this room and company without leave?