Wor. To boot and saddle, captain, you must mount.
Plume. Whip and spur, Worthy, or you won't mount.
Wor. But I shall; Melinda and I are agreed; she's gone to visit Sylvia, we are to mount and follow; and could we carry a parson with us, who knows what might be done for us both?
Plume. Don't trouble your head; Melinda has secured a parson already.
Wor. Already! do you know more than I?
Plume. Yes, I saw it under her hand—Brazen and she are to meet half a mile hence, at the waterside, there to take boat, I suppose, to be ferried over to the Elysian Fields, if there be any such thing in matrimony.
Wor. I parted with Melinda just now; she assured me she hated Brazen, and that she resolved to discard Lucy for daring to write letters to him in her name.
Plume. Nay, nay, there's nothing of Lucy in this—I tell ye, I saw Melinda's hand as surely as this is mine.
Wor. But I tell you, she's gone this minute to Justice Balance's country-house.
Plume. But I tell you, she's gone this minute to the waterside.