Miss. Not so fast, I won't be lock'd up any more. I'm marry'd.
Young Fash. Yes, pray my Dear do, till we have seiz'd this Rascal.
Miss. Nay, if you pray me, I'll do any thing.
[Exeunt Miss and Nurse.
Young Fash. O! here's Sir Tunbelly coming. [To Lo.] Hark you, Sirrah, things are better than you imagine; the Wedding's over.
Lo. The Devil it is, Sir.
Young Fash. Not a Word, all's safe: But Sir Tunbelly don't know it, nor must not yet; so I am resolv'd to brazen the Business out, and have the Pleasure of turning the Impostor upon his Lordship, which I believe may easily be done.
Enter Sir Tunbelly, Chap. and Servants arm'd.
Young Fash. Did you ever hear, Sir, of so impudent an Undertaking?
Sir Tun. Never, by the Mass, but we'll tickle him, I'll warrant him.