Pantaloon.. One moment. In this glass may we drink to the bride?
Clown.. Yes, and it's about a bride.
Pantaloon.. With his lordship's permission. ... "The bride!"
Clown.. The bride? Whose bride? I mean, whose bride is this?
Pantaloon.. His lordship's.
Clown.. Yours, Eglantine? Well, by the clocks on my stockings!
Pantaloon.. It has been kept a secret.
Eglantine.. You leave this deed of settlement with me?
Pantaloon.. To hand to her ladyship when the ceremony ends.
Eglantine.. What's this little farm like with its two hundred a year? Where is it?