[Enter Sir John Penny-Dub.]
MOLL.
’Tis happiness my Mother saw him not:
O welcome, good Sir John.
PENNY-DUB. I thank you, faith.—Nay, you must stand me, till I kiss you: ’tis the fashion every where, I-faith, and I came from Court enow.
MOLL.
Nay, the Fates forfend that I should anger the fashion!
PENNY-DUB. Then, not forgetting the sweet of new ceremonies, I first fall back, then recovering my self, make my honour to your lip thus: and then accost it.
MOLL.
Trust me, very pretty, and moving; y’are worthy on’t, sir.
[Kissing: Enter Widdow and Sir Godfrey.]
O, my Mother, my Mother! now she’s here, we’ll steal into the Gallery.
[Exeunt.]
SIR GODFREY. Nay, Sister, let Reason rule you, do not play the fool; stand not in your own light. You have wealthy offers, large tendrings; do not with-stand your good fortune: who comes a wooing to you, I pray? no small fool; a rich Knight ath City, Sir Oliver Muck-Hill—no small fool I can tell you: and Furthermore, as I heard late by your Maid-servants, (as your Maid-servants will say to me any thing, I thank ’em) both your Daughters are not without Suitors, aye, and worthy ones too! one a Brisk Courtier, Sir Andrew Tip-Staff, suitor a far off to your eldest Daughter, and the third a huge-wealthy Farmer’s son, a fine young Country Knight, they call him Sir John Penny-Dub: a good name, marry; he may have it coined when he lacks money. What blessings are these, Sister!