Oliv. Ha, Welborn! Aside.
Wel. Take thee—whom?—Gad, if the Parson of the Parish knew your Name no better than I—’twill be but a blind Bargain.
Geo. Olivia Marteen—
Wel. My destin’d Wife!
Geo. The very same: Have you the Parson ready?
Wel. He waits in my Chamber.
Oliv. Madam, I beg you’ll lend me something more becoming my Sex.
Mir. Manage will furnish you from my Wardrobe. [Exit Olivia with Manage.]
Enter Teresia.
Geo. And see my good Genius appears too.