JOLLY. Why, there's Jack Careless--he carried out as good staple-manners as any was in Suffolk, and now he is returned with a shrug, and a trick to stand crooked, like a scurvy bow unbent; and looks as if he would maintain oil and salads against a chine of beef. I knew a great beast of this kind; it haunted the court much, and would scarcely allow us (fully reduced to civility) for serving up mutton in whole joints. CON. What, silent? SAD. Faith, the captain is in a study. JOLLY. Do, do, con the rivers and towns perfectly, captain: thou may'st become intelligencer to the people, and lie thy two sheets a week in Corrantos too. CON. And could you not make friends at court to get their pictures cut ugly, in the corner of a map, like the old navigators? JOLLY. We'll see, we'll see. _Enter_ WIDOW _and_ PLEASANT _above_. WID. I'll interrupt them. Servant, you're welcome to town. How now, nephew? what, dumb? where are all our travelled tongues? JOLLY. Servant![212] who doth she mean? by this hand, I disclaim the title! PLEA. Captain, Secret has taken notes, and desires you would instruct her in what concerns a waiting-woman and an old lady. CAPT. Very good! yet this shall not save your dinner. WID. Nay, while you are in this humour, I'll not sell your companies; and though Master Jolly be incensed, I hope he will do me the favour to dine with me. JOLLY. Faith, lady, you mistake me if you think I am afraid of a widow; for I would have the world know I dare meet her anywhere, but at bed. [_Exit_ JOLLY. WILD. No more, aunt, we'll come: and if you will give us good meat, we'll bring good humours and good stomachs. [WIDOW _shuts the curtain_. CARE. By this day, I'll not dine there: they take a pleasure to raise a spirit that they will not lay. I'll to Banks's. CAPT. A pox forbid it! you shall not break company, now you know what we are to do after dinner. CARE. I will consent, upon condition you forbid the spiritual nonsense the age calls Platonic love. CAPT. I must away too; but I'll be there at dinner. You will join in a plot after dinner? WILD. Anything, good, bad, or indifferent, for a friend and mirth. [_Exeunt all but the_ CAPTAIN. CAPT. I must go and prevent the rogue's mischief with the old lady. [_Exit_ CAPTAIN. ACT II., SCENE 1. _Enter_ JOLLY _and the old lady_ LOVEALL. LOVE. Away, unworthy, false, ungrateful! with what brow dar'st thou come again into my sight, knowing how unworthy you have been, and how false to love? JOLLY. No, 'tis you are unworthy, and deserve not those truths of love I have paid here; else you would not believe every report that envy brings, and condemn, without hearing me, whom you have so often tried and found faithful. LOVE. Yes, till I, too credulous, had pity on your tears; till I had mercy, you durst not be false. JOLLY. Nor am not yet.