RICHARD Rickby, forsooth!
RACHEL Nay, come; let’s have it over.
[She draws the curtain, covers her eyes, steps back by Richard’s side, looks at the glass, and gives a joyous cry.]
Ah! there you are, dear! There we are, both of us—just as we have always seemed to each other, true. ’Tis proved. Isn’t it wonderful?
RICHARD Miraculous! That a mirror bought in a blacksmith shop, before sunrise, for twenty pounds, should prove to be actually—a mirror!
RACHEL Richard, I’m so happy.
[Enter Justice Merton and Mistress Merton.]
RICHARD [Embracing her.] Happy, art thou, sweet goose? Why, then, God bless Goody Rickby.
JUSTICE MERTON Strange words from you, Squire Talbot.
[Rachel and Richard part quickly; Rachel draws the curtain over the mirror; Richard stands stiffly.]