To Nurse.] His Honour desires you'll be so kind, as to let us be marry'd to-morrow.
Nurse. To-morrow, my dear Madam?
Young Fash. Yes, to-morrow, sweet Nurse, privately; young Folks, you know, are impatient, and Sir Tunbelly wou'd make us stay a Week for a Wedding-Dinner. Now all things being sign'd and seal'd, and agreed, I fancy there cou'd be no great harm in practising a Scene or two of Matrimony in private, if it were only to give us the better Assurance when we come to play it in publick.
Nurse. Nay, I must confess stolen Pleasures are sweet; but if you shou'd be married now, what will you do when Sir Tunbelly calls for you to be wedded?
Miss. Why then we will be married again.
Nurse. What, twice, my Child?
Miss. I'cod, I don't care how often I'm married, not I.
Young Fash. Pray, Nurse, don't you be against your young Lady's good; for by this means she'll have the pleasure of two Wedding-Days.
Miss to Nurse softly.] And of two Wedding-Nights too, Nurse.
Nurse. Well, I'm such a tender-hearted Fool, I find I can refuse you nothing; so you shall e'en follow your own Inventions.