Care. I hope to exalt the parson's horn here.
Capt. And what think you? is it not a sweet sin, this lying with another man's wife?
Wan. Is Jolly come?
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Capt. No, but he'll be here instantly.
Wild. Is he abed?
Wan. Yes, yes; and he sleeps as if he had been put to bed by his sexton, with dust to dust, and ashes to ashes.
Capt. And we'll wake him with that shall be as terrible to him as the latter day.
Wan. Let him sleep awhile, that he may be fresh, else the jest is spoiled; for it is his sense of his disgrace must work my ends.
Wild. I'll go home then, and get supper ready, and expect you.