Miss. O, don't you trouble your Head about that; I'm as ripe as you, tho' not so mellow.
Nurse. Very well; now I have a good mind to lock you up again, and not let you see my Lord to-night.
Miss. My Lord! Why, is my Husband come?
Nurse. Yes, marry is he, and a goodly Person too.
Miss. [Hugging Nurse.] O my dear Nurse, forgive, me this once, and I'll never misuse you again; no, if I do, you shall give me three thumps on the Back, and a great pinch by the Cheek.
Nurse. Ah the poor Thing, see how it melts; it's as full of Good-Nature as an Egg's full of Meat.
Miss. But, my dear Nurse, don't lie now; is he come, by your troth?
Nurse. Yes, by my truly, is he.
Miss. O Lord! I'll go and put on my lac'd Smock, tho' I am whipt till the Blood run down my Heels for't.
[Exit running.