Shar. Fifteen, Sir.
Skin. Fifteen, Niece! (Starting)
Shar. Ay, fifteen, Sir; I was married at fourteen.
Skin. That was very young, Niece.
Shar. It was so, Sir; but young Girls can't keep now adays, so I ran away with him from the Boarding School. I had two Children by him every ten months for six Years, and I had three by him the seventh.
Skin. Upon my word you are a very good Breeder.
Shar. Yes Sir, I was always accounted so; besides, Sir, I have had two by him since his Death.
Skin. How, Madam, since his Death.
Shar. Yes Sir, and I am afraid I shall have some more, for a Word in your Ear, Sir—I find I am coming again, Sir.[ [3]
Skin. O Fye, Niece, O fye, fye—why Lucy, this Woman is as bad as her Brother.