TOM FASHION.
Sir, I am not a stranger to them, though I am to her; common fame has done her justice.
SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY.
My lord, I am common fame’s very grateful, humble servant. My lord, my girl’s young—Hoyden is young, my lord: but this I must say for her, what she wants in art she has in breeding; and what’s wanting in her age, is made good in her constitution.—So pray, my lord, walk in; pray, my lord, walk in.
TOM FASHION.
Sir, I wait upon you. [Exeunt.]
SCENE IV.—A Room in SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY’S House. MISS HOYDEN discovered alone.
MISS HOYDEN.
Sure, nobody was ever used as I am! I know well enough what other girls do, for all they think to make a fool o’ me. It’s well I have a husband a-coming, or ecod I’d marry the baker, I would so. Nobody can knock at the gate, but presently I must be locked up; and here’s the young greyhound can run loose about the house all the day, so she can.—’Tis very well!
NURSE.
[Without opening the door.] Miss Hoyden! miss, miss, miss! Miss Hoyden!
Enter NURSE.
MISS HOYDEN.
Well, what do you make such a noise for, eh? What do you din a body’s ears for? Can’t one be at quiet for you?
NURSE.
What do I din your ears for? Here’s one come will din your ears for you.
MISS HOYDEN.
What care I who’s come? I care not a fig who comes, or who goes, so long as I must be locked up like the ale-cellar.