Quar. No matter what, a fortune-teller we have made him; which is it, which is it?
Grace. Nay, did you not promise not to inquire?
Enter EDGWORTH.
Quar. ’Slid, I forgot that, pray you pardon me.—Look, here’s our Mercury come; the license arrives in the finest time too! ’tis but scraping out Cokes his name, and ’tis done.
Winw. How now, lime-twig, hast thou touch’d?
Edg. Not yet, sir; except you would go with me and see it, it is not worth speaking on. The act is nothing without a witness. Yonder he is, your man with the box, fallen into the finest company, and so transported with vapours! they have got in a northern clothier, and one Puppy, a western man, that’s come to wrestle before my lord mayor anon, and captain Whit, and one Val. Cutting, that helps captain Jordan to roar, a circling boy; with whom your Numps is so taken, that you may strip him of his clothes, if you will. I’ll undertake to geld him for you, if you had but a surgeon ready to sear him. And mistress Justice there, is the goodest woman! she does so love them all over in terms of justice and the style of authority, with her hood upright that—I beseech you come away, gentlemen, and see’t.
Quar. ’Slight, I would not lose it for the Fair; what will you do, Ned?
Winw. Why, stay hereabout for you: mistress Wellborn must not be seen.
Quar. Do so, and find out a priest in the mean time; I’ll bring the license.—Lead, which way is’t?
Edg. Here, sir, you are on the back o’ the booth already; you may hear the noise.