Care. From a lady! From what lady, pray? Why so coy?
Faith. From a lady in the town.
Care. Hoh, hoh! from a lady in the town! Is it possible? I should have guessed you came from a lady in the suburbs or some country-madam by your riding face.
Enter Jolly again.
Jolly. I think we have routed the rascals. Faithful! what makes thy gravity in a tavern?
Faith. Sport, it seems, for your saucy companions.
Jolly. Ho, ho, Mull,[247] ho! No fury, Faithful.
Faith. 'Tis well, sir. My lady presents her service to you, and hath sent you a letter: there's my business.
Care. Prythee, who is her lady?