Jolly. The lovers only, so close in a box!
Capt. It will be a match, and there's an end. Prythee, let them go to't: what is't to us? Let's mind our business now, and think on them hereafter.
Wan. A pox upon them, for a couple of stalk-hounds. Have they killed at last? Why, this is fool's fortune.[257] It would be long enough ere one that has wit got such a wife!
Capt. No more of this now. Have you borrowed the watchmen's coats?
Jolly. Yes, and bills, beards, and constable's staff and lantern; and let me alone to fit him for the sumner. But when this is done, I expect my fee, a tithe-night at least. Wanton, I will lie with thee for thy roguery. What! are you dumb? You will not refuse me, I hope?
Wan. Not if I thought you desiredst it; but I hate to have it desired indifferently, and but so-so done neither, when 'tis done.
Jolly. I hope you will not disgrace my work, will you?
Wan. Faith, they say, thy pleasure lies in thy tongue, and therefore, though I do not give thee leave to lie with me, yet I will give thee as good a thing that will please thee as well.
Jolly. Some [such] roguery I expected.
Wan. No, faith, I am serious: and because I will please you both, Master Wild shall lie here, and you shall have leave to say you do, which will please you as well.