Wild. Faith, aunt, 'tis the first time I have had the honour to see you in my house, and as a stranger I must salute you.
Wid. As I live, nephew, I'm ashamed to put you to this trouble.
Wild. It is an obligation. Mistress Pleasant, I know you have not supped; I pray you, be pleased to taste these sweetmeats, they are of Sall's doing; but I understand not sweetmeats, the wine I'll answer for; and, in a word, you are welcome: you are Patrona,[269] and we are slaves.
Care. Good rest and a pleasing dream your humble servant wishes you.
Wid. Good night, nephew; good night, Master Careless.
Plea. Good night, Master Careless; your humble servant, Master Wild.
[Exeunt Wild and Careless.
Wid. Why, ay, here are men have some wit: by this good night, had we lain at my servant's, we should have found the laced cap and slippers that have been entailed upon the family these five descents, advanced upon the cupboard's head instead of plate.
[They sit down to undress them.
Plea. They are a couple of the readiest youths too; how they run and do all things with a thought! I love him for sending his sister's maid. A pretty wench.