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SCENE II.

Simon, Betty.
Betty.
Is that my master there gone out?

Simon.
Your master! here has been a rout.

Betty.
Pooh, blockhead, never mind what he says.

Simon.
Cod, I've been almost lick'd to pieces,
For what we said to that old cat;
And there's still worser news than that;
He has turn'd off both you and I:
Fore George it aint a word o'lie:
He bid me tell you to get ready;
And now he's gone to seek my lady,
To try to make it up with her;
I'm sad and serious, never stir.

Betty.
Simon, come hither.

Simon.
Here am I.

Betty.
Some other method I must try:
Storming, I find, will fruitless be.

Simon.
Did mistress Betty speak to me?

Betty.
I did.

Simon.
I thought so; pray what is it?

Betty.
Master is gone again to visit
The wither'd beldame, o'er the way.

Simon.
To kiss and friends, I heard him say:
I warrant they'll be here anon.

Betty.
Then, Simon, you and I'll be gone.

Simon.
Gone! Where?

Betty.
From hence.

Simon.
Together, eh!

Betty.
Just as you please.

Simon.
As I please?

Betty.
Nay,
When folks are married there's no harm.

Simon.
No, to be sure.

Betty.
Well, don't alarm
The family about it now.

Simon.
But tell me where, and when, and how.

Betty.
Within this hour we'll settle all;
Only be ready, at my call,
To come and claim your better half.

Simon.
Icod, I cannot chuse but laugh,
To think how mad old Sir will be,
To see us wed, as well as he.
At the same church too, the same day,
Shan't us?

Betty.
Why, ay; perhaps we may.

Simon.