Plun. Will you dance at the wedding?
Nan. Certainly—and who with a lighter heart? Remember to send me an invitation.
Plun. No, I won't, you little minx!
Nan. Won't invite me?
Plun. Won't marry her.
Nan. Why not?
Plun. I am not in love with her.
Nan. But you will find plenty of other handsome lasses.
Plun. The more I search, the less I find.
Nan. O, indeed. How unfortunate—for the girls!