Care. Let's but try; we are not now to begin to make the world talk; nor is it a new thing to them to hear we are mad fellows.
Capt. If you get them, are they worth having?
Wild. Having? yes.
Capt. If you miss them, the jest is good. Prythee, Ned, let me prevail; 'tis but a mad trick.
Wild. If we would, how shall we get into the chamber?
Wan. Let me alone for that; I'll put on my country simplicity, and carry in a chamber-pot; then, under pretence of bolting the back-door, I'll open it—and yet I grudge them the sport so honestly; for you wenchers make the best husbands: after you are once married, one never sees you.
Capt. I warrant thee, wench.
Wan. No, faith, I have observed it, they are still the doating'st husbands, and then retreat and become justices of the peace, and none so violent upon the bench as they against us poor sinners. Yet I'll do it; for upon my conscience, the young gentlewoman will fall upon her back, and thank me.
[Exit Wanton.
Capt. Away, go then, and leave your fooling; and in the morning, Ned, get in, and plead naked with your hands in the bed.