TOM FASHION.
Ay, faith, nurse, you may well be surprised at miss’s wanting to put it off so long. Tomorrow! no, no; ’tis now, this very hour, I would have the ceremony performed.
MISS HOYDEN.
Ecod, with all my heart.
NURSE.
O mercy! worse and worse!
TOM FASHION.
Yes, sweet nurse, now and privately; for all things being signed and sealed, why should Sir Tunbelly make us stay a week for a wedding-dinner?
NURSE.
But if you should be married now, what will you do when Sir Tunbelly calls for you to be married?
MISS HOYDEN.
Why then we will be married again.
NURSE.
What twice, my child?
MISS HOYDEN.
Ecod, I don’t care how often I’m married, not I.
NURSE.
Well, I’m such a tender-hearted fool, I find I can refuse you nothing. So you shall e’en follow your own inventions.
MISS HOYDEN.
Shall I? O Lord, I could leap over the moon!