Amph. Who, I?
What makes you think so?
Ort. Why, am I mistaken?
Amph. Yes; what should I do there?
Ort. Nay, that's the question,
But there you have been just now, and with the
Pris'ner too.
Amph. Sure, you dream.
Ort. She's false, I find:
I'll try her love to me. [Aside.
Madam, since you
Have been pleased to show your kindness publicly
To me, I take this time to beg my happiness,
Which is, that a priest may join our hands.
Amph. I will not marry yet.
Ort. Why, pray, madam?
Amph. For a very good reason, because I ha'n't
A mind to't.