Jud. Pray, father Aldo, do you beg my pardon of my master. I have committed a fault; I have hidden a gentleman in my chamber, who is to marry me without his friends' consent, and therefore came in private to me.
Aldo. That thou should'st think to keep this secret! why, I know it as well as he that made thee.
Mrs Brain. [Aside.] Heaven be praised, for this knower of all things! Now will he lie three or four rapping volunteers, rather than be thought ignorant in any thing.
Brain. Do you know his friends, father Aldo?
Aldo. Know them! I think I do. His mother was an arch-deacon's daughter; as honest a woman as ever broke bread: she and I have been cater-cousins in our youth; we have tumbled together between a pair of sheets, i'faith.
Brain. An honest woman, and yet you two have tumbled together! those are inconsistent.
Aldo. No matter for that.
Mrs Brain. He blunders; I must help him. [Aside.] I warrant 'twas before marriage, that you were so great.
059 Aldo. Before George, and so it was: for she had the prettiest black mole upon her left ancle, it does me good to think on't! His father was squire What-d'ye-call-him, of what-d'ye-call-em shire. What think you, little Judith? do I know him now?
Jud. I suppose you may be mistaken: my servant's father is a knight of Hampshire.