JERE. ’Tis an act of charity, sir, to save a fine woman with thirty thousand pound from throwing herself away.
TATT. So ’tis, faith; I might have saved several others in my time, but, i’gad, I could never find in my heart to marry anybody before.
JERE. Well, sir, I’ll go and tell her my master’s coming, and meet you in half a quarter of an hour with your disguise at your own lodgings. You must talk a little madly: she won’t distinguish the tone of your voice.
TATT. No, no; let me alone for a counterfeit. I’ll be ready for you.
SCENE IV.
Tattle, Miss Prue.
MISS. O Mr. Tattle, are you here? I’m glad I have found you; I have been looking up and down for you like anything, till I’m as tired as anything in the world.
TATT. Oh, pox, how shall I get rid of this foolish girl? [Aside.]
MISS. Oh, I have pure news, I can tell you, pure news. I must not marry the seaman now—my father says so. Why won’t you be my husband? You say you love me, and you won’t be my husband. And I know you may be my husband now, if you please.
TATT. Oh, fie, miss; who told you so, child?