Isa. Could not you possibly pick his pocket, and give me the key? then let me alone to release Sir Timorous; and you shall be witness of the wedding.
Fail. Egad, you want your cousin Isabella's wit to bring that to pass, madam.
Isa. I warrant you, my own wit will serve to fool Burr—and you too, or I am much deceived. [Aside.
Fail. I am a little apprehensive of the rascal's fingers, since I felt them last; and yet my fear has not power to resist the sweet temptation of revenge; I vow to gad I'll try, madam.
Isa. Never fear; let me alone to keep him busy.
Burr. Come, madam, and let me take off these tasteless kisses the maid gave you; may we not join lips before we are married?
Isa. No; fie, Sir Timorous.
[They struggle a little, and in that time FAILER picks his pocket of the key.
Fail. I have it—here it is—now, shift for yourself, as I'll do; I'll wait you in the alley.
[Exit.