JENNY

Why, the people you saw were players.


JONATHAN

Mercy on my soul! did I see the wicked players?--
Mayhap that 'ere Darby that I liked so was the old
serpent himself, and had his cloven foot in his pocket.
Why, I vow, now I come to think on't, the candles
seemed to burn blue, and I am sure where I sat it
smelt tarnally of brimstone.


JESSAMY

Well, Mr. Jonathan, from your account, which I
confess is very accurate, you must have been at the
play-house.


JONATHAN

Why, I vow, I began to smell a rat. When I
came away, I went to the man for my money
again; you want your money? says he; yes, says
I; for what? says he; why, says I, no man shall