Capt. But who should I meet at the corner of the Piazza, but Joseph Taylor:[272] he tells me there's a new play at the Friars to-day, and I have bespoke a box for Master Wild and his bride.
Jolly. And did not he wonder to hear he was married?
Capt. Yes; but I told him 'twas a match his aunt made for him when he was abroad.
Jolly. And I have spread it sufficiently at court, by sending to borrow plate for such a wedding.
Enter a Servant.
Ser. There's half a dozen coachfuls of company lighted: they call for the bridelaces and points.
Capt. Let the fiddlers play, then, and bid God give them joy by the name of my Lady Careless and Mistress Wild.
Fid. Where shall we play, sir?
Jolly. Come with us, we'll show you the window.