Wood. Oh, I understand the business; he is married to the widow.
Saint. Verily the good work is accomplished.
Brain. But, why Mr Saintly?
Gerv. When a man is married to his betters, it is but decency to take her name. A pretty house, a pretty situation, and prettily furnished! I have been unlawfully labouring at hard duty; but a parson has soldered up the matter: Thank your worship, Mr 112 Woodall—How? Giles here!
Wood. This business is out, and I am now Aldo. My father has forgiven me, and we are friends.
Gerv. When will Giles, with his honesty, come to this?
Wood. Nay, do not insult too much, good Mr Saintly: Thou wert but my deputy; thou knowest the widow intended it to me.
Gerv. But I am satisfied she performed it with me, sir. Well, there is much good will in these precise old women; they are the most zealous bed-fellows! Look, an' she does not blush now! you see there is grace in her.
Wood. Mr Limberham, where are you? Come, cheer up, man! How go matters on your side of the country? Cry him, Gervase.
Gerv. Mr Limberham, Mr Limberham, make your appearance in the court, and save your recognizance.