Lucy. Indeed Sir, I am afraid so. (Aside)
Skin. But I'll try her a little further. Pray Niece, who has been your Companion and Bedfellow for these two years past? For I presume you have not lain alone.
Shar. O Lord, Sir, not for the World! You must know, Uncle, I am greatly addicted to be afraid of Spirits, Ghosts, Witches, and Fairies, and so to prevent terrifying Dreams and Apparitions, I took a Religious Gentleman, a very good Man to bed with me—an Itinerant Methodist, one Doctor Preach Field.
Skin. Doctor Preach Field. I have heard of him.
Shar. O he's a very good man, Uncle, I assure you, and very full of the Spirit.
Skin. Lucy, have not I got a hopeful parcel of Relations? (Aside)
Lucy. Indeed Sir, I think this Lady is not extremely modest. (Aside)
Skin. Why she ought to be whipped at the Cart's Tail (Aside); pray Niece, have not you a Brother in Town?
Shar. Yes Sir; he and I beat the Watch last night at Tom Kings.
Skin. O Monstrous! beat the Watch, Madam!