—Who’s there? Mr. Bearjest?
Bea. Who’s that? Ned? Well, I have brought my Mistress, hast thou got a Parson ready, and a License?
Bred. Ay, ay, but where’s the Lady?
Bea. In the Coach, with the Captain at the Gate. I came before, to see if the Coast be clear.
Bred. Ay, Sir; but what shall we do? here’s Mr. Gayman come on purpose to shew you the Devil, as you desir’d.
Bea. Sho! a Pox of the Devil, Man—I can’t attend to speak with him now.
Gay. How, Sir! D’ye think my Devil of so little Quality, to suffer an Affront unrevenged?
Bea. Sir, I cry his Devilship’s Pardon: I did not know his Quality. I protest, Sir, I love and honour him, but I am now just going to be married, Sir; and when that Ceremony’s past, I’m ready to go to the Devil as soon as you please.
Gay. I have told him your Desire of seeing him, and shou’d you baffle him?
Bea. Who, I, Sir! Pray, let his Worship know, I shall be proud of the Honour of his Acquaintance; but, Sir, my Mistress and the Parson wait in Ned’s Chamber.