Foss. I hope the same person.
Town. Parson. Only a word mis-pell'd.——Here's jealousy for you!
Foss. Will compleat her good offices. A she-parson, I find!
Town. He is a Welshman. And the Welsh always say her instead of his.
Foss. I stand to articles.
Town. Of jointure.
Foss. The ring is a fine one, and I shall have the pleasure of putting it on my self.
Town. Who should put on the wedding-ring but the bridegroom.
Foss. I beseech thee, pardon thy dear husband. Love and jealousy are often companions, and excess of both had quite obnubilated the eyes of my understanding.
Town. Barbarous man! I could [forgive thee, if thou hadst poison'd my father, debauch'd my sister, kill'd my lapdog]; but to murder my reputation!
[Weeps