Wan. What would you have?
Jolly. Give me leave to lie with you.
Wan. No indeed.
Jolly. No!
Wan. No; but rather than quarrel, as I said before, I will give you leave to say you have lain with me.
Wild. I am of opinion she owes you nothing now. So, Mistress Wanton, take your husband; and, to remove all doubts, this night I'll be at the charge of a wedding-supper.
Par. This is better than Newgate-hole yet, Bridewell hemp, brown bread, and whipcord.
[Exeunt omnes.
SCENE III.
Enter the Widow and Mistress Pleasant, Master Sad, and Master Constant.