MAR. Yes! and Joe, when my father used to take you and I to market, and we used to sit at the bottom of the cart and eat apples!
JOE. And when sometimes I used to try to give you a kiss, what knocks on my nose you used to give me!
MAR. Ah! didn’t I?
JOE. And when I got savage how I used to kick you wi’ my hob-nail shoes! Oh! how friendly we was—wasn’t we?
MAR. And how we did sing!
JOE. And dance!
MAR. And were so happy!
JOE. Oh, Margery!
MAR. Oh, Joe!
JOE catches her in his arms and kisses her—At the same moment, SIR WILLIAM and LORD PLATO appear at the back, and stand in astonishment.