Capt. But I hope he had the grace to keep them.
Jolly. No, no; I'm a fool, I!
Capt. Was not my boy here?
Jolly. No, we saw him not.
Capt. A pox of the rogue! he's grown so lazy.
Wild. Your boy is come in just now, and called for the key of the back-door. There's women with him.
Capt. O, that's well! 'tis Wanton: I sent for her to laugh over the story of the old lady and her pearl.
Enter Boy.
Where have you been all this while, sirrah?