Mar. No, I won't, if I can help it. Who's there?
Dick without. What, won't you let me in?
Kate. O Gemini! it's like our Dick, I think: He's certainly dead, and it's his Spirit.
Mar. Heaven forbid! I think in my Heart it's he himself. Open the Door, Kate.
Kate. Nay, do you.
Mar. Come, we'll both open it.
[They open the Door.
Enter Dick.
Dick. Dear Mother, how do ye do? I thought you would not have let me in.
Mar. Dear Child, I'm over-joy'd to see thee; but I was so frighted, I did not know what to do.