Capt. And I become severe master constable in a trice.
Par. No, no, I submit; and I hope we are all friends. I'm sure I have the hardest part to forgive.
Wan. And I, before all this company, promise to forget, and forgive thee, and am content to take thee again for my dear and mortal husband, now you are tame; but you must see you do so no more; and give yourself to be blind when it is not fit for you to see; and practise to be deaf, and learn to sleep in time, and find business to call you away, when gentlemen come that would be private.
Capt. Why so; now things are as they should be; and when you will obey, you shall command; but when you would be imperious, then I betake me to my constable's staff till you subscribe, Cedunt armis togæ: and if it be false Latin, parson, you must pardon that too.
Jolly. By this hand, I must have my tithe-night with thee, thou art such a wag. Say when? When wilt thou give me leave, ha?
Wan. Never.
Jolly. Never!
Wan. No, never.
Jolly. D'ye hear? I am none of them that work for charity. Either resolve to pay, or I kick down all my milk again.