Ser. Madam, Major Bramble, and his Lady.
La. Rod. Major Bramble, and his Lady!
Sir Har. Oh! my Lady Toss-up, Madam, has marry'd the Major; I met 'em coming from Covent-Garden-Church, with Five hundred Boys after 'em.
Enter Bramble, and Lady Toss-up.
Bram. Hearing, Madam, your Ladyship had almost engag'd your self, I was resolv'd to lay aside all Animosities, and let you know, I have taken to Wife the most incomparable Lady Toss-up.
La. Toss. And that your Ladyship might not engross the whole Sex, I receiv'd the Major, to let you know I have room for one Lover.
La. Rod. I never knew a more surprizing Couple, such a Conjunction's Policy indeed; State-Matches never have regard to Faces. [Noise without.] Bring 'em along, bring 'em along.
Enter Constable, and others, with Totty, Shrimp, and Knapsack.
Col. What means this Intrusion?
Con. Is Sir Harry Sprightly here?