Young Fash. And I an old Man, which you'll find a greater Misfortune than t'other.
Miss. Why I thought it was to be to-morrow Morning, as soon as I was up; I'm sure Nurse told me so.
Young Fash. And it shall be to-morrow Morning still, if you'll consent.
Miss. If I'll consent! Why I thought I was to obey you as my Husband.
Young Fash. That's when we are married; till then, I am to obey you.
Miss. Why then if we are to take it by turns, it's the same thing: I'll obey you now, and when we are married, you shall obey me.
Young Fash. With all my heart; but I doubt we must get Nurse on our side, or we shall hardly prevail with the Chaplain.
Miss. No more we shan't indeed, for he loves her better than he loves his Pulpit, and wou'd always be a preaching to her, by his good Will.
Young Fash. Why then, my dear little Bedfellow, if you'll call her hither, we'll try to persuade her presently.
Miss. O Lord, I can tell you a way how to persuade her to any thing.