Rip.
I'll go to bed and [think][68].
[Crosses.
Dame.
You sha'n't go to bed! you must make some fresh excuse;—you're famous at them to me;—you have got into the nobble and must get out of it as well as you can; I shall go and [pg 053] consult my friend, Dame Wrigrim; and Alice, should the pedlar woman come, desire her not to leave any more of her rubbish here.
As Dame retires, she meets Derric[69] to whom she curtseys.
Derric.
Good evening, Dame.
Dame.
Your honour's servant. [Exit Dame.