Omnes. Agreed.
[Careless is kind to the Widow. As he goes out, Wild and Pleasant go together; Jolly and the Parson's wife go together.
Wild. See how they pair now! 'Tis not threescore year will part 'em, now he has tasted a kiss or two.
Jolly. Parson, I'll be your brideman.
Par. 'Tis well, sir; I shall ha' my time too.
Jolly. Ay, by this hand. Nay, we'll share fairly.
Capt. That's but reason, Wanton; and since he grows tame, use him kindly, for my sake.
Par. Can any of you digest sponge and arsenic?
Capt. Arsenic! what's that?
Par. An Italian salad, which I'll dress for you, by Jove, ere I'll walk in my canonical coat lined with horn. Death! if I suffer this, we shall have that damned courtier pluck on his shoes with the parson's musons. Fine, i' faith! none but the small Levite's brow to plant your shoeing-horn seed in? How now?