Ned.—Honest Harry, I am glad to see you. You're welcome to York. You're a great stranger. When came you to town?
Harry.—I came to your town last night, Ned, and am glad to see you. I inquired after you of my landlord, and he told me you was well, and had been married two or three years. I wish you much happiness; but how d'ye like matrimony?
Ned.—In good faith, Harry, scrubbing his shoulders, but so, so; however, I will not discourage you.
Harry.—But don't you remember, Ned, that you and I made an agreement that which of us two was married first, should tell one another of the way of courtship, and how he liked it and a married state.
Ned.—'Tis true we did so, Harry, but now I have not time to tell you, for it will take me more than two or three hours to give you a full account of both parts.
Harry.—What! are you in haste then, Ned? 'Tis a great while since I have seen you, and shan't we have one mug together?
Ned.—Faith, Harry, I'm loath to deny you; but if I go with you, I must send home to my wife, and let her know where I am.
Harry.—So you may Ned, and tell her you are with an old friend that would be glad to see her.
Ned.—Not a word of that, Harry, for if I go with you and stay any time, we shall have her company without sending for her.