Miss Hoyden sola.
Sure never no body was us'd as I am. I know well enough what other Girls do, for all they think to make a Fool of me: It's well I have a Husband a coming, or I'cod, I'd marry the Baker, I wou'd so. No body can knock at the Gate, but presently I must be lockt up; and here's the young Greyhound Bitch can run loose about the House all the day long, she can; 'tis very well.
Nurse without, opening the Door.
Miss Hoyden! Miss, Miss, Miss! Miss Hoyden!
Enter Nurse.
Miss. Well, what do you make such a Noise for, ha! What do you din a body's Ears for? Can't one be at quiet for you?
Nurse. What do I din your Ears for? Here's one come will din your Ears for you.
Miss. What care I who's come? I care not a Fig who comes, nor who goes, as long as I shall be lockt up like the Ale-Cellar.
Nurse. That, Miss, is for fear you shou'd be drank before you are ripe.