Jolly. Your action! You rogue, lay two.
[They kick him, and thrust him out of the room.[246]
Care. Lay three for battery.—What have we here? A she-creditor, too? Who would she speak with?
Enter Faithful. Wild and Careless return and meet her.
Wild. She looks as if she had trusted in her time.
Care. Would you speak with any here, old gentlewoman?
Faith. My business is to Master Jolly.
Care. From yourself, or are you but a messenger?
Faith. My business, sir, is from a lady.