FRAILTY.
O, Mistress Moll, Mistress Moll.
MOLL.
How now? what’s the news?
FRAILTY.
The Knight your suitor, sir John Penny-Dub—
MOLL.
Sir John Penny-Dub? where? where?
FRAILTY.
He’s walking in the Gallery.
MOLL.
Has my Mother seen him yet?
FRAILTY.
O no, she’s—spitting in the Kitchen.
MOLL.
Direct him hither softly, good Frailty,—
I’ll meet him half way.
FRAILTY. That’s just like running a Tilt; but I hope he’ll break nothing this time.
[Exit.]