2. Co. Wench. Is it possible would Bumpkin be in love?
1. Hunt. Yes, if he knew but how, and for that sickness I have undertaken to become his Doctor: For at the May Pole meeting 'tis decreed, a Sweet-heart must be purchast, come what will on't.
3. Co. Wench. Nay, if he be distressed, twenty to one he may find charitable persons there. Come, strike up a Farewel to Misfortune.
(Exit)
Enter Bumpkin.
Bump. That is a Dance that I could never hit of: pray desist a woile, and hear my doleful Tale.
1. Co. Wench. He'l make us cry sure.
Bump. Be it known unto all men by these presents——
2. Co. Wench. An Obligation, we will be no witnesses.
Bump. Why then I'le hang my self.