Act. 5. Scaen. 13.
Here, Sir? Why do you make your husband lead your maid in thus?
My husband, Sir? what's that?
Why, huswife is not Mr. Truman your husband?
No, by my troth, Sir, I thank God.
These are fine tricks; delicate, dainty tricks. Sirrah, how durst you Sir∣rah?—and for your minion—marry come up, marry a Chamber-maid? Well, Cap∣tain, this was your plotting. You said in∣deed you'd make a Iethron o' me: y' ha' don't indeed; I thank you, Captain Blade, 'tis well. Out o' my sight, Sir, with your minion there, I say out o' my sight. Ha! am I fool'd thus? I shall make some repent it, I hold a groate on't.
D'ye hear, Mr. Truman—
Yes, Sir, I do hear; and I will not hear if it please me, Sir; but some body shall hear o' this Captain. But, Captain, you're deceived, this is not a lawful mar∣riage.
Ha, ha, ha! To see how things are come about! I thought Dick would not Page [unnumbered] be such a fool as to marry one that he knew not. He knew her well enough, I'll war∣rant you. How do you, Captain? I was somewhat rash: I'm an old man, alas.
(I'll venture out amongst 'um.)
What? my son Iohn? d'ye know this Gentlewoman?
D'ye know this piece of gold, Sir, which you broke?
Hum? Yes 'faith, 'tis the same: thou art my Cynthia, wench, my Endymion: we'll be married presently. O for a witty Parson to marry us two Wi•s!
Slife, one, two, three, i'faith four matches here at one time! What accursed fortune•s this! there's three feasts lost: they'll dine all together.
I will not kiss thee, my little maga∣zine, till I have washt my face Ha, M. Do∣grel, hast thou got no Spouse too?
The thrice three Sisters are my wives.
Well, because thou art a Poet, and my Jews-trump and I are Wits, thou shalt eat and drink at my pavilion always.
You shall ha' wine and serge. D'ye remember, Dogrel?
Thank you: but I'll ne'er lye for you again.
Come, let's all in to dinner.