BETSY. I’m not sure—can’t be certain till I ask her.
GREEN. I must speak with her instantly.
BETSY. What name shall I say?
GREEN. Name? Is the woman mad? Go and tell her I’m come to explain all.
BETSY. All what, sir?
GREEN. All, all—she knows—you know.
BETSY. Can’t say I do, sir—I’m sure I never set eyes on your face before.
GREEN. Pooh, pooh! don’t be stupid—let me pass—I must speak with my wife.
BETSY. Your wife! (opposing him) A pretty imperent fellow you are! Your wife, indeed! Keep your distance—I don’t allow these liberties.