Bea. Justice, Sir, Justice—I have been cheated—abused—assassinated and ravisht!
Sir Cau. How, my Nephew ravisht!—
Pert. No, Sir, I am his Wife.
Sir Cau. Hum—my Heir marry a Chamber-maid!
Bea. Sir, you must know I stole away Mrs. Dy, and brought her to Ned’s Chamber here—to marry her.
Sir Feeb. My Daughter Dy stoln—
Bea. But I being to go to the Devil a little, Sir, whip—what does he, but marries her himself, Sir; and fob’d me off here with my Lady’s cast Petticoat—
Noi. Sir, she’s a Gentlewoman, and my Sister, Sir.
Pert. Madam, ‘twas a pious Fraud, if it were one; for I was contracted to him before—see, here it is— [Gives it ‘em.
All. A plain Case, a plain Case.