Lo. Sir——with respect——I know very few drunken Sots that do keep themselves sober.
Young Fash. Hold your prating, Sirrah, or I'll break your Head; dear Coupler, what's to be done?
Coup. Nothing's to be done till the Bride and Bridegroom come to Town.
Young Fash. Bride and Bridegroom! Death and Furies! I can't bear that thou shouldst call them so.
Coup. Why, what shall I call them, Dog and Cat?
Young Fash. Not for the World, that sounds more like Man and Wife than t'other.
Coup. Well, if you'll hear of them in no Language, we'll leave them for the Nurse and the Chaplain.
Young Fash. The Devil and the Witch.
Coup. When they come to Town——