Love. Patience, patience! O, for a bite at the slave's heart. Friend, mistake me not, my name is Loveall, a lady: send one along with me, and you shall have your money.
Draw. You must pardon me, madam, I am but a servant: if you be a lady, pray sit in an inner room, and send home your woman for the money: the sum is six pounds, and be pleased to remember the waiters.
Love. Go, Faithful, go fetch the money. O, revenge, revenge! shall I lose my honour, and have no revenge?
[Exeunt omnes.
ACT IV., SCENE 1.
Enter Wanton, Captain, Careless, and Wild.
Wan. By all that a longing bride hopes for, which I am not, I am better pleased with this revenge than mine own plot, which takes as I could wish. I have so anointed my high priest with sack, that he would have confuted Baal's priest; and now he does so slumber in his ale, and calls to bed already—swears the sun is set.
Capt. Faith, wench, her abusing of me made me leave her for the reckoning.
Care. Yes, faith, they have treated her upsey[254] whore, lain with her, told, and then pawned her.