Jolly. The Lady Loveall.
Care. O, O, does she serve that old lady? God help her!
Faith. God help her! Pray for yourself, sir: my lady scorns your prayers.
Jolly. Faithful, come hither. Prythee, is thy lady drunk?
Faith. Drunk, sir?
Jolly. Ay, drunk or mad? she'd never writ this else. She requires me here to send back by you the pearl she gave me this morning, which, sure, she'd never do if she were sober; for, you know, I earned them hard.
Faith. I know! What do I know? You will not defame my lady, will you?
Care. By no means. This is by way of counsel. Fie! give a thing and take a thing?[248] If he did not perform, he shall come at night, and pay his scores.
Faith. 'Tis well, sir. Is this your return for my lady's favours? Shall I have the pearl, sir?
Jolly. No; and tell her, 'tis the opinion of us all, he that opens her stinking oyster[249] is worthy of the pearl.