Dr. Pray, who is your Bride?
Mo. Alice, the Daughter of Chremes.
Dr. You are a rare Fellow to chuse a Beauty for one! Can you fancy that Black-a-top, Snub-nos'd, Sparrow-mouth'd, Paunch-belly'd Creature.
Mo. Prithee hold thy Tongue, I marry her to please myself, and not you. Pray, is it not enough that I like her? The less she pleases you, the more she'll please me.
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4. SYRUS, GETA.
Sy. I wish you much Happiness.
Ge. And I wish you double what you wish me.
Sy. What are you doing?
Ge. I am talking.