ACT. IV. SCEN. IV.
I Am reconcil'd; and will no longer be an uncharitable Church-man; I think this sack is a cooler.
What? do's it make you to see your errour?
Yes, and consider my man of war; nor will I again dispute his Letters of Mart, nor call them Passes for Pyrates; I am free.
And welcome, any thing but anger is sufferable, and all is jest when you laugh; and I will hug thee for abusing me with thy eyes in their scabbards; but when you rail with drawn eyes, red and naked, threatning a Levites second revenge to all that touches your Concubine, then I betake me to a dark-lanthorn, and a Con∣stables-staff, and by help of these Fathers whom I cite I prove my Text, women that are kind ought to be free.
But Captain, is it not lawful for us Shepherds to reclaim them?
A meer mistake; for sin like the Sea may be turned out, but will ne're grow less; and though you should drain this Mistress Doll, yet the Whore will find a place, and perhaps overflow some Maid, till then honest; and so you prove the author of a new sin, and the defiler of a pure Temple; therefore I say, while you live, let the Whore alone till she wears out; nor is it safe to vamp them, as you shall find, read Ball the first and the second.
No more discourse. Strike up Fidlers.
See, who's that knocks?
Sir, 'tis Mistress Pleasant, and the two Gentlemen that din'd there to day.
My Aunt, and Mistress Pleasant.
What a pox makes them abroad at this time of night?
It may be, they have been a wenching.
Sir, they were upon alighting out of the Coach when I came up.
Quickly, Mrs. Wanton, you and your husband to bed, there's the Key; Mr. Parson, you know the way to the old Cham∣ber, and to it quickly, all is friends now.
Sweet heart, we'l steal away.
The Devil on them, they have spoyld our mirth.