Wild. What's the business?
Capt. I cannot get hence this night: but your good angels hang at your heels, and if I can prevail, you shall stay.
Wild. What to do?
Capt. What to do? why I'll be hanged, if all this company do not guess.
Jolly. Prythee, what should we stay for?
Capt. For the widow and her niece. Are they worth the watching for a' night?
Wild. Yes, certainly.
Capt. Then take my counsel, and let me give it out y' are married. You have new clothes come home this morning, and there's that you spoke of I'll fetch from the tailor's; and here's a parson shall rather give them his living than stay for a licence; the fiddlers, too, are ready to salute 'em.
Care. But if they refuse?