Re-enter Jerry, running in a fright.
Jer. O la, I'm undone! I'm undone! my mother will kill me:—you said you'd stand by one.
Free. So I will, my brave squire, I warrant thee.
Jer. Ay, but I dare not stay till she comes; for she's as furious, now she has lost her writings, as a bitch when she has lost her puppies.
Man. The comparison's handsome!
Jer. O, she's here!
Free. [To the Sailor.] Take him, Jack, and make haste with him to your master's lodging; and be sure you keep him up till I come. [Exeunt Jerry and Sailor.
Re-enter Widow Blackacre and Major Oldfox.
Wid. O my dear writings! Where's this heathen rogue, my minor?
Free. Gone to drown or hang himself.