JOLLY. Why, faith, I know not: I thought to rest me, for I was run out of breath with pleasure, and grew so acquainted with sin, I would have been good, for variety: in these thoughts 'twas my fortune to meet with this widow--handsome, and of a clear fame. CON. Didst love her? JOLLY. Yes, faith: I had love, but not to the disease that makes men sick; and I could have loved her still, but that I was angry to have her refuse me for a fault I told her of myself; so I went no more. SAD. Did she forbid you but once? JOLLY. Faith, I think I slipped a fair opportunity: a handsome wench and three thousand pounds _per annum_ in certainty, besides the possibility of being saved. CON. Which now you think desperate? [WIDOW _and_ PLEASANT _looking out at a window_. PLEA. That is you: cross or pile, will you have him yet, or no? WID. Peace! observe them. JOLLY. Faith, no, I do not despair; but I cannot resolve. _Enter_ WILD, CARELESS, _and the_ CAPTAIN, _going in haste; he comes in at the middle door_. WID. Who are those? CARE. Captain, whither in such haste? What, defeated? Call you this a retreat, or a flight from your friends? PLEA. Your nephew, and his governor, and his friend! Here will be a scene! Sit close, and we may know the secret of their hearts. WID. They have not met since they returned: I shall love this bay-window.[208] CAPT. Prythee, let me go: there's mischief a-broiling; and if thou shak'st me once more, thou wilt jumble a lie together I have been hammering this hour. CARE. A pox upon you! a-studying lies? CAPT. Why, then they are no lies, but something in the praise of an old lady's beauty: what do you call that? JOLLY. Who are those? [_They spy each other._ SAD. Is't not the captain and my friend? [JOLLY _salutes them; then he goes to the_ CAPTAIN _to embrace him: the_ CAPTAIN _stands in a French posture_,[209] _and slides from his old way of embracing._ JOLLY. Ned Wild! Tom Careless! what ail'st thou? dost thou scorn my embraces? CAPT. I see you have never been abroad, else you would know how to put a value upon those, whose careful observation brought home the most exquisite garb and courtship that Paris could sell us. JOLLY. A pox on this fooling, and leave off ceremony! CAPT. Why, then, agreed: off with our masks, and let's embrace like the old knot. [_They embrace._ JOLLY. Faith, say where have you spent these three years' time?--in our neighbour France? or have you ventured o'er the Alps, to see the seat of the Cæsars? SAD. And can tell us ignorant (doomed to walk upon our own land), how large a seat the goddess fixed her flying Trojans in. CON. Yes, yes, and have seen and drunk (perhaps) of Tiber's famous stream. JOLLY. And have been where. Æneas buried his trumpeter and his nurse. Tom looks as if he had sucked the one, and had a battle sounded by the other, for joy to see our nation ambitious not to be understood or known, when they come home.