Isa. And I'll post after you to matrimony; I have laid a fresh parson at the next stage, that shall carry me tantivy.
[Exit CONSTANCE.
Enter BURR with TIMOROUS'S coat on.
Burr. My lady Constance!
Isa. The same: Sir Timorous?
Burr. The same.
Isa. Sir Timorous takes me for my cousin.
[Aside.
Burr. My lady Constance mistakes me for the knight.
[Aside.