NURSE.
That, miss, is for fear you should be drank before you are ripe.
MISS HOYDEN.
Oh, don’t trouble your head about that; I’m as ripe as you, though not so mellow.
NURSE.
Very well! Now I have a good mind to lock you up again, and not let you see my lord tonight.
MISS HOYDEN.
My lord: why, is my husband come?
NURSE.
Yes, marry, is he; and a goodly person too.
MISS HOYDEN.
[Hugs NURSE.] Oh, my dear nurse, forgive me this once, and I’ll never misuse you again; no, if I do, you shall give me three thumps on the back, and a great pinch by the cheek.
NURSE.
Ah, the poor thing! see now it melts; it’s as full of good-nature as an egg’s full of meat.
MISS HOYDEN.
But, my dear nurse, don’t lie now—is he come, by your troth?
NURSE.
Yes, by my truly, is he.
MISS HOYDEN.
O Lord! I’ll go and put on my laced tucker, though I’m locked up for a month for’t. [Exeunt.
MISS HOYDEN goes off capering, and twirling her doll by its leg.]