Wild. They saluted her; and Mistress Pleasant swore you might see the country simplicity in her face.
Par. A pox upon her, crafty gipsy!
Capt. Why, art not thou glad to see she can be honest when she will?
Par. I'll show you all a trick for her within these few days, or I'll miss my aim.
Jolly. Come, let's go.
[They all offer to go.
Capt. I have a mind to stay till Wanton comes.
Wild. Stay a little, then, for 'twill not be long ere they be abed.
Capt. I hear Wanton's voice.