MRS. FRAIL. Come, faith, let us be gone. If my brother Foresight should find us with them, he’d think so, sure enough.
MRS. FORE. So he would—but then leaving them together is as bad: and he’s such a sly devil, he’ll never miss an opportunity.
MRS. FRAIL. I don’t care; I won’t be seen in’t.
MRS. FORE. Well, if you should, Mr. Tattle, you’ll have a world to answer for; remember I wash my hands of it. I’m thoroughly innocent.
SCENE XI.
Tattle, Miss Prue.
MISS. What makes ’em go away, Mr. Tattle? What do they mean, do you know?
TATT. Yes my dear; I think I can guess, but hang me if I know the reason of it.
MISS. Come, must not we go too?
TATT. No, no, they don’t mean that.