Fail. Sir Timorous and Madam Isabella! I vow to gad, we are undone, Burr.—
Isa. Do not you know me, Mr Justice?
Lov. Justice is blind, he knows nobody.
Isa. My name is Isabella.
Fran. No, thy name is Jezebella; I warrant you, there's none but rogues and papists would be abroad at this time of night.
Bib. Hold, Frances.—
Trice. She's drunk, I warrant her, as any beast. I wonder, woman, you do not consider what a crying sin drunkenness is: Whom do you learn it from in our parish? I am sure you never see me worse.
Isa. Burr and Failer, acknowledge yourselves a couple of recreant knights: Sir Timorous is mine: I have won him in fair field from you.
Const. Give you joy, cousin, give you joy!
Lov. Married!