Enter Dick.
MARGERY.
Oh, my dear, dear Dick, I am so glad you are come at last! But how pale you look! all I don't know how! What's the matter? why don't you speak to me, Dick, love?
DICK—(fanning himself with his hat.)
Let me breathe, wife.
MARGERY.
But what's the matter? where have you been? who did you see? what did they say to you? Come, tell me quick.
DICK.
Why, Meg, how your tongue does gallop! as if a man could answer twenty questions in a breath.