Gal. and Fil. Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Sig. And have I caught you, i’faith, Mr. Governour? Nay, ne’er put in your head for the matter, here’s none but Friends, mun.
Gal. How now, what have we here?
Sir Sig. Speak of the Devil, and he appears.
[Pulls his Governour forward.
Tick. I am undone,—but, good Sir Signal, do not cry Whore first, as the old Proverb says.
Sir Sig. And good Mr. Governour, as another old Proverb says, do not let the Kettle call the Pot black-arse!—
Fil. How came you hither, Gentlemen?
Sir Sig. Why faith, Sir, divining of a Wedding or two forward, I brought Mr. Chaplain to give you a cast of his Office, as the saying is.
Fil. What, without Book, Mr. Tickletext?
Cor. How now, sure you mistake, these are two Lovers of mine.