FAST. How did I come to know her? why, my sisters buy their wools of her, she embroiders my shirt fronts, marks my pocket handkerchiefs for me—you can’t be in better hands; she is a most respectable person, and a first rate temper.
MRS. BOBBINS. (without R.) No, Augustus! no, Mr. Bobbins, I say she shall not remain.
AUGUS. (without) Nay, but Constantia!
MRS. BOBBINS. Silence, sir, I won’t hear a word.
FAST. Why there’s your mistress at high words with Mr. Bobbins.
REBECCA. That’s nothing new, sir.
FAST. I must beat a retreat! (going) But I’ll run up stairs before I go, and speak to Mrs. Duval for you. Don’t forget the letter.
Exit FASTMAN, C. to R.
Enter MR. BOBBINS, R., in a dressing gown, followed by MRS. BOBBINS.
MRS. BOBBINS. Yes, Augustus! yes Mr. Bobbins, I repeat it, she shall not remain any longer!