Jolly. No, no, ne'er fear't, their jest is only spoiled.
Capt. Their jest! what jest?
Jolly. Faith, now you shall know it, and the whole plot. In the first place, your coachman is well, whose death we, by the help of Secret, contrived, thinking by that trick to prevent this danger, and carry you out of town.
Capt. But had they this plot?
Jolly. Yes, faith, and see how it thrives! They'll fret like carted bawds when they hear this news.
Plea. Why, aunt, would you have thought Master Sad a plotter? well, 'tis some comfort we have them to laugh at.
Wid. Nay, faith, then, gentlemen, give us leave to rise, and I'll take my venture if it be but for revenge on them.
Care. Gentlemen, bear witness.
Capt. Come, come away, I'll get the points. I'm glad the coachman's well; the rogue had like to have spoiled our comedy.