Woman. I'm married in conscience.
Kite. May it please your worship, she's with child in conscience.
Scale. Who married you, mistress?
Woman. My husband: we agreed that I should call him husband, to avoid passing for a whore, and that he should call me wife, to shun going for a soldier.
Plume. A very pretty couple! What say you, Mr. Kite? will you take care of the woman?
Kite. Yes, sir, she shall go with us to the sea-side, and there, if she has a mind to drown herself, we'll take care nobody shall hinder her.
Bal. Here, constable, bring in my man.[Exit Constable.] Now, captain, I'll fit you with a man such as you never listed in your life.
Enter Constable and Sylvia.
Oh, my friend Pinch! I'm very glad to see you.
Syl. Well, sir, and what then?