Jac. 'Tis certain he: I had forgot my Ring too. O Hubert! Hubert!
Hub. Ha! methought she nam'd me— Do you know me, Chick?
Jac. No indeed, I never saw ye; But methinks you kiss finely.
Hub. Kiss again then; By Heaven 'tis she.
Jac. O what a joy he brings me!
Hub. You are not Minche?
Jac. Yes, pretty Gentleman, And I must be marry'd to morrow to a Capper.
Hub. Must ye my Sweet, and does the Capper love ye?
Jac. Yes, yes, he'I give me pie, and look in mine eyes thus. 'Tis he: 'tis my dear Love: O blest Fortune.
Hub. How fain she would conceal her self, yet shew it! Will you love me, and leave that man? I'll serve.