Act 3 — SCENE IV.
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Enter the Captain, with a letter in his hand, and his Boy to him with a candle: is going to write the superscription.
Boy. Sir, the Lady Loveall passed by even now.
Capt. The Lady Loveall! Which way went she?
Boy. To the rich lady, the widow, where your worship dined.
Capt. 'Tis no matter. Here, carry this letter, and bring an answer to the Devil quickly; and tell her we'll stay there till the time be fit for the design.
[Exeunt.