Ruth.—Take my hand, my heart is thine,
There, there, there. [Salutes her.]
Simon.—Let us thus the bargain seal.
O, dear me, heigh-ho!
Ruth.—Lauk! how very odd I feel!
O, dear me, heigh-ho!
3. Simon.—Love like ours can never cloy,
Humph! humph! humph!
Ruth.—While no jealous fears annoy,
Humph! humph! humph!