Robin. Molly, Molly, you don’t like Mr. Polyglot.
Molly. Why don’t he like me then?
Robin. It is not you alone, but he would dislike any other young maiden about the house the same.
Molly. And what for? there’s no reason in that. Am I to blame? I’m sure ’tis no fault of mine, Robin, that I’m a young maiden. Ha! ha! ha! A pretty to-do there’d be if he should catch me here—in his own apartments too!
Robin. So there would. I tremble to think of it; and so, Molly, you’d better—
Molly. I don’t care: if he says any thing to me, I’ll give him his own. Besides, our master, old Master Eustace, will be home in a few days, and we’ll ask his leave to be married, in spite of old tutorer.
Robin. No, no, we must not displease him; he’s steward as well as tutorer, and—
Molly. He’ll discharge us? let him. I’m not afeard of wanting a service. I have relations who are up in the world. I’m first cousin to Sally Maggs, who is head chambermaid at the Bell, at Winchester—Chattering Sally, as they call her, and well they may, for she is chatter, chatter, chatter—
Robin. In that respect, Molly, you don’t disgrace the relationship.
Molly. Discharge us, indeed! the sooner the better; we may then get married when we please. What does the foolish old chap mean by not liking folks to marry? I wish his father had been of the same mind, and then Mr. Ignoramus would not have been here to torment us.