Mis. Kna. You’ll play the pander no more, will you?
Kna. O, that’s an inch into my throat!
Mis. Kna. And let out your wife for hire?[1004]
Kna. O, sweet wife, go no deeper!
Mis. Kna. Dare any be bail for your better behaviour?
L. Beau. Yes, yes, I dare; he will mend one day.
Mis. Kna. And be worse the next.
L. Beau. All then is reconciled?
Frank. sen. I will help you to satisfaction for that too, sir.
Sweet. O spermaceti! I feel it heal already.
Frank. sen. Gentlemen, I have fully satisfied my dead son’s debts?
Creditors. All pleased, all paid, sir.
Creditors. You have beguiled us honestly, sir.
Frank. jun. And you shall have your brush again.
Sweet. My basins shall all ring for joy.