Young Fash. [To Bull.] Nay, then advance, Doctor: come, you are a Man of Conscience, answer boldly to the Questions I shall ask: Did not you marry me to this young Lady, before ever that Gentleman there saw her Face?
Bull. Since the Truth must out, I did.
Young Fash. Nurse, sweet Nurse, were not you a Witness to it?
Nurse. Since my Conscience bids me speak——I was.
Young Fash. [To Miss.] Madam, am not I your lawful Husband?
Miss. Truly I can't tell, but you married me first.
Young Fash. Now I hope you are all satisfy'd?
Sir Tun. [Offering to strike him, is held by Lov. and Wor.] Oons and Thunder, you lye.
Lord Fop. Pray, Sir, be calm, the Battle is in Disarder, but requires more Canduct than Courage to rally our Forces. Pray, Dactar, one word with you.
To Bull [Aside.] Look you, Sir, tho' I will not presume to calculate your Notions of Damnation, fram the Description you give us of Hell, yet since there is at least a passibility you may have a Pitchfark thrust in your Backside, methinks, it shou'd not be worth your while to risk your Saul in the next Warld, for the sake of a beggarly yaunger Brather, who is nat able to make your Bady happy in this.