Wild. By this relation she should be a woman of a great fame.
Care. Let that consideration, with her condition and her age, move some reverence, at least to what she was. Madam, I am sorry I cannot serve you in this particular.
[Exeunt Jolly and Careless.
Love. I see all your mean baseness: pursue your scorn. Come, let's go, wench, I shall find some to right my fame; and though I have lost my opinion, I have gained a knowledge how to distinguish of love hereafter; and I shall scorn you and all your sex, that have not soul enough to value a noble friendship.
Wild. Pray, madam, let me speak with you.
Capt. We'll have no whispering: I said it, and I'll maintain it with my sword.
Enter Drawer.
Draw. Sir, there's one without would speak with you.
Capt. With me?
Draw. No, sir, with Master Wild.