Par. And if they cry, put your lips in their mouths, and stop them.
Capt. Why, look you, you have the authority of the church too.
Wild. Well, I am now resolved: go you about your part, and make the report strong.
Care. And d'ye hear? be sure you set the cook at work, that if we miss, we may have a good dinner and good wine to drink down our grief.
Capt. Miss! I warrant thee, 'twill thrive.
[Exit Captain.
Care. Nay, if I knock not down the widow, geld me, and come out to-morrow complete uncle, and salute the company with, You are welcome, gentlemen, and Good-morrow, nephew Ned.
Wild. Uncle Tom, good morrow, uncle Tom.
Enter Wanton.
Wan. All's done; the door is open, and they're as still as children's thoughts: 'tis time you made you ready, which is to put off your breeches, for 'tis almost day. And take my counsel, be sure to offer force enough, the less reason will serve: especially you, Master Wild, do not put a maid to the pain of saying, Ay.