DRAW. I say, the gentlemen paid well for their sport, and I know no reason why we should lose our reckoning. LOVE. What do you take me for, my friend? DRAW. In troth, I take you for nothing; but I would be loth to take you for that use I think they make shift with you for. FAITH. Madam, this is that rascally captain's plot. LOVE. Patience, patience! O, for a bite at the slave's heart. Friend, mistake me not, my name is Loveall, a lady: send one along with me, and you shall have your money. DRAW. You must pardon me, madam, I am but a servant: if you be a lady, pray sit in an inner room, and send home your woman for the money: the sum is six pounds, and be pleased to remember the waiters. LOVE. Go, Faithful, go fetch the money. O, revenge, revenge! shall I lose my honour, and have no revenge? [_Exeunt omnes._ ACT IV., SCENE 1. _Enter_ WANTON, CAPTAIN, CARELESS, _and_ WILD. WAN. By all that a longing bride hopes for, which I am not, I am better pleased with this revenge than mine own plot, which takes as I could wish. I have so anointed my high priest with sack, that he would have confuted Baal's priest; and now he does so slumber in his ale, and calls to bed already--swears the sun is set. CAPT. Faith, wench, her abusing of me made me leave her for the reckoning. CARE. Yes, faith, they have treated her upsey[254] whore, lain with her, told, and then pawned her. WAN. Yes, yes, you are fine things: I wonder women can endure you; for me, I expect you worse, and am armed for't. WILD. Faith, let's send and release her; the jest is gone far enough; as I live, I pity her. WAN. Pity her! hang her, and rid the country of her. She is a thing wears out her limbs as fast as her clothes; one that never goes to bed at all, nor sleeps in a whole skin, but is taken to pieces like a motion, as if she were too long; she should be hanged for offering to be a whore. CAPT. As I live, she's in the right. I peeped once to see what she did before she went to bed; by this light, her maids were dissecting her; and when they had done, they brought some of her to bed, and the rest they either pinned or hung up, and so she lay dismembered till morning; in which time her chamber was strewed all over, like an anatomy-school. WAN. And when she travels anywhere, she is transported with as great a care and fear of spoiling, as a juggler's motion, when he removes from fair to fair. CARE. She is a right broken gamester who, though she lacks wherewithal to play, yet loves to be looking on. _Enter_ WANTON'S MAID. BAWD. He is awake, and calls for you impatiently: he would fain be in bed; the company is all gone. WAN. Are you instructed? BAWD. Let me alone, I'll warrant you for my part. WAN. Farewell then; you are all ready. Who plays master constable? CAPT. I, I; and Ned Jolly the sumner.[255] WAN. Farewell, farewell then. [_Exit_ WANTON _and_ BAWD. WILD. It is a delicate wench.