Comp. Come then we’l home and to bed.
Let other Fools repine at Scoffs and Scorns,
I’ll teach the Cuckold how to hide his Horns.
[Exeunt.
Enter Justice Merryman, Mr. Venter, Spruce, Mrs. Venter and Clara.
Mer. Was the like ever known, that a Bridegroom shou’d absent himself on his Wedding-Day?
Mr. Ven. ’Tis somewhat strange indeed.
Mer. And the Bride too my Daughter, she’s out of the way: Why what shou’d be the meaning of all this, Od’s bobs I can’t tell?
Mrs. Ven. Perhaps they’r busy Brother, privately conferring Notes together: You can’t tell but that the young Man may have a stomach to his Supper, and fall too unawares, and we ne’re the wiser.
Spr. Od’s nigs, very true; what wou’d you say then Sir, if they shou’d be stol’n away, and a-bed together seriously?
Mer. What wou’d I say? marry I wou’d say, Speed ’em well: And if no worse News ever comes to me, I’ll be hang’d if e’re I cry’d for’t.
Enter Nurse.