Flip. Never in a way to be marry'd before, ha? is not that it?
Cor. Ah, Lord, if I'm thus before I come to't, Flippanta, what shall I be upon the very spot? Do but feel with what a thumpaty thump it goes.
[Putting her hand to her heart.
Flip. Nay it does make a filthy bustle, that's the truth on't, child. But I believe I shall make it leap another way, when I tell you, I'm cruelly afraid your father won't consent, after all.
Cor. Why, he won't be the death of o'me, will he?
Flip. I don't know, old folk are cruel; but we'll have a trick for him. Brass and I have been consulting upon the matter, and agreed upon a surer way of doing it in spite of his teeth.
Cor. Ay, marry, Sir, that were something.
Flip. But then he must not know a word of any thing towards it.
Cor. No, no.