Enter Wanton.
Wild. Are they abed?
Wan. Yes, and have so admired you and Master Careless, and abused the lovers! Well, gentlemen, you are the wits of the time; but if I might counsel—well, they might lie alone this night; but it should go hard if I lay not with one of them within a month.
Care. Were they so taken with their lodging?
Wan. All that can be said, they said: you are the friendliest men, the readiest men, the handsomest men; men that had wit, and could tell when to be civil, and when to be wild; and Mistress What's-her-name, the younger, asked why Master Wild did not go a-wooing to some rich heir; upon her conscience, she said, you would speed.
Care. Well, well, there's a time for all things: come, let's go.
[They offer to depart.
Wild. Take a light. Good night, Wanton.
Capt. D'ye hear, d'ye hear? let me speak with you.
[They all come back again.