Tall. Oh, very well; if you're so nice—ay, now, you're a very delicate chicken! But, harkye, the next time you see sister Celia, don't look at her.
[Going
Henry. Stop, Tallyho—I think I'll punish my knowing one. [Aside.] On second thoughts, I will join with you in this roguery.
Tall. Then you're a cursed honest fellow—my sister's yours.
Henry. Ay, with her consent——
Tall. Her consent! if we make the match, what has her consent to do with it?—but I'll settle that—come, you shall have it from her own mouth, this instant.
Henry. But what shall I do with Rosa?
[Aside, and looking out.
Tall. What, are you making a set, my pointer? Come, and be merry with us—Why, I'll get drunk to-night, though I'm in love up to the saddle girts—Oh, my darling Dolly!
Henry. Oh, Miss Bull—Ay, we shall soon have you a bridegroom too.