FORE. At ten a’clock, punctually at ten.
SIR SAMP. To a minute, to a second; thou shalt set thy watch, and the bridegroom shall observe its motions; they shall be married to a minute, go to bed to a minute; and when the alarm strikes, they shall keep time like the figures of St. Dunstan’s clock, and consummatum est shall ring all over the parish.
SCENE X.
[To them] Scandal.
SCAN. Sir Sampson, sad news.
FORE. Bless us!
SIR SAMP. Why, what’s the matter?
SCAN. Can’t you guess at what ought to afflict you and him, and all of us, more than anything else?
SIR SAMP. Body o’ me, I don’t know any universal grievance, but a new tax, or the loss of the Canary fleet. Unless popery should be landed in the West, or the French fleet were at anchor at Blackwall.
SCAN. No. Undoubtedly, Mr. Foresight knew all this, and might have prevented it.