Com. So, so, here now shall we be Man and Wife again to Morrow, as good as ever. What thô we met as Strangers, we may happen to love ne’re the worse for all that—Gentlemen and Neighbours, I invite ye all to my Wedding.
Omnes. We’l not fail you, and wish you Joy.
Com. Did I not tell you that I would fetch it cleverly off? Let any Man call me Cuckold if he dares now.
Petti. ’Tis slander in him I assure you who-ever does.
Com. Nay it will be Petti Lacenary at least, and without Compass of the General Pardon too: And for the Child, let me hear him that dares say, I am not the Father.
Petti. Sure none will dare dispute it.
Com. Or that my Wife that is to be, is not as honest a Woman as some other Mens Wives are.
Petti. No question of that.
Com. O how fine and smooth my Brows are now!
1 M. Neigh. Aye but when you’re married, they’ll come to themselves again I warrant ye.