3. Co. Wench. We will be witness then.
Bump. What, to my hanging? O' my Conscience, if I should woo my heart out, I should never be the fatter for it.—Where's your promise now?
1. Hunt. You have not yet exprest yourself; be plain, tell them your grief; a remedy will follow.
Bump. If that be all, 'tis an easy matter, pray take notice that I am in love—with somebody.
2. Co. Wench. Would I were she.
Bump. Why, so you are, if you have a mind to it.
2. Co. Wench. Why then, you are my own.
3. Co. Wench. Pardon me, Sister, I bespake him yesterday.
(They all hang about him)