FORE. Bless us! How so?
MRS. FRAIL. Ah, Mr. Tattle and I, poor Mr. Tattle and I are—I can’t speak it out.
TATT. Nor I. But poor Mrs. Frail and I are—
MRS. FRAIL. Married.
MRS. FORE. Married! How?
TATT. Suddenly—before we knew where we were—that villain Jeremy, by the help of disguises, tricked us into one another.
FORE. Why, you told me just now you went hence in haste to be married.
ANG. But I believe Mr. Tattle meant the favour to me: I thank him.
TATT. I did, as I hope to be saved, madam; my intentions were good. But this is the most cruel thing, to marry one does not know how, nor why, nor wherefore. The devil take me if ever I was so much concerned at anything in my life.
ANG. ’Tis very unhappy, if you don’t care for one another.