Dis. As I can.
Mrs. Y. There is poor Mrs. Dove in an agony about her Henry. She left Mrs. Coddle—came to us—was told that her husband was in this house—and he is still no where to be found.
Lynx. We heard both him and Mr. Coddle here not long since.
(DOVE, without.)
Dove. Martha!
Mrs. Dove. Ah! I hear his welcome voice.
Enter DOVE, his clothes torn to ribbands.
Dove. Martha! are you here? Oh, look at me!
Mrs. Dove. Henry! look at me, and forgive me.
Dove. Forgive you, Martha! yes, that I will, after what I’ve suffered since our abduction. This is all Mr. Coddle’s doings; I was his witness, and he wouldn’t let me leave him, till I had seen aunt Hobbs and Mrs. Coddle, in his presence. We have seen ’em; aunt Hobbs is gone off again; and Mr. and Mrs. Coddle are coming here with all their differences re-united.