Aunt. Your cousin Humphry. Who should be coming? Your lover, your husband that is to be—Pray, my dear, look well, and be civil for your credit, and mine too.
Niece. If he answers my idea, I shall rally the rustic to death.
Aunt. Hist—Here he is.
Enter Humphry.
Hump. Aunt, your humble servant. Is that—ha! Aunt?
Aunt. Yes, cousin Humphry, that's your cousin Bridget—Well, I'll leave you together. [Exit Aunt. They sit.
Hump. Aunt does as she'd be done by, cousin Bridget, does not she, cousin? Ha! What, are you a Londoner, and not speak to a gentleman? Look ye, cousin, the old folks resolving to marry us, I thought it would be proper to see how I liked you, as not caring to buy a pig in a poke, for I love to look before I leap.
Niece. Sir, your person and address bring to my mind the whole history of Valentine and Orson.[94] What, would they marry me to a wild man? Pray answer me a question or two.
Hump. Ay, ay; as many as you please, cousin Bridget.
Niece. What wood were you taken in? How long have you been caught?