Care. Why, thou wilt not beat the boy for thy own fault? What letter was it?
Capt. 'Twas enough; only a relation of the pearl, wherein she finds herself sufficiently abused to Wanton.
Jolly. Now, gentlemen, you have two to laugh at.
Capt. A pox of fooling! let's resolve what to do. There's no denying, for she has all the particulars under my hand.
Boy. You must resolve of something, for she's coming, and stayed only till the back-door was opened.
Capt. How did she know I was here?
Boy. Your worship bad me tell her you would stay here for her.
Care. How came this mistake?
Capt. Why, the devil owed us a shame, it seems. You know I went home to give Wanton an account how we advanced in our design; and when I was writing the superscription, I remember the boy came in and told me the Lady Loveall passed by.
Jolly. And so it seems you, in pure mistake, directed your letter to her.