Enter Molly Maggs, from the Garden.
Molly. Hist! hist! Robin!
Robin. What! my dear Molly! You may come in.
Molly. I’m afeard, Robin.
Robin. There’s nothing to be afraid of just now.
Molly. Where’s Mr. Ignoramus, the tutorer, then?
Robin. Mr. Ignatius you mean. He’s out, taking his evening’s walk.
Molly. Be he? I hope he be gone down towards the little bridge.
Robin. Why?
Molly. The last time he went that way, he were so busy at what he called soldering a problem, that he stumbled over into the brook. If I had been in your place, Robin, before I pulled him out again I’d ha’ made him promise to consent to our marriage, or I’d ha’ let him bide there till doomsday.