Wild. I warrant thee, wench; let me alone.
Care. We'll in and undress us, and come again, for we must go in at the back-door.
Wild. I'll meet you. Is the Captain gone?
[Exeunt Wild and Careless.
Wan. Yes, yes, he's gone.
Jolly. Come, Master Parson, let us see the cook in readiness. Where are the fiddlers? What will become of our plot? for the coachman, Master Sad, and his friend, will stink of their jest if this thrive.
Par. They have slept all night, on purpose to play all day.
Jolly. When the ribands and points come from the Exchange, pray see the fiddlers have some; the rogues will play so out of tune all day else, they will spoil the dancing, if the plot do take.
Enter Wild and Careless in their shirts, with drawers under, nightgowns on, and in slippers.