Dame. And then, Tummas, think of the wedding.
Ash. [Reflecting.] I declare I shall be just the zame as ever—may be I may buy a smartish bridle, or a zilver backy stopper, or the like o' that.
Dame. [Apart.] And, then, when we come out of church, Mrs. Grundy will be standing about there—
Ash. I shall shake hands agreeably wi' all my friends. [Apart.]
Dame. [Apart.] Then I just look at her in this manner.
Ash. [Apart.] How dost do, Peter—Ah, Dick,—glad to zee thee wi' all my zoul. [Bows towards the centre of the stage.]
Dame. [Apart.] Then, with a kind of half curt'sy, I shall—[She advances to the centre also, and their heads meet.]
Ash. What an wold fool thee be'st, Dame—Come along, and behave pratty, do'e.
[Exeunt.