Wild. No more discourse. Strike up, fiddlers.
Capt. See who's that knocks?
[A country-dance. When they are merry, singing catches and drinking healths, the Widow, Mistress Pleasant, and the two Lovers, knock at the door.
Ser. Sir, 'tis Mistress Pleasant and the two gentlemen that dined there to-day.
Wild. My aunt and Mistress Pleasant!
Jolly. What a pox makes them abroad at this time of night?
Capt. It may be, they have been a-wenching.
Ser. Sir, they were upon alighting out of the coach when I came up.
Wild. Quickly, Mistress Wanton; you and your husband to bed; there's the key. Master Parson, you know the way to the old chamber, and to it quickly; all is friends now.