Tis a whorson garson Iack boy.
Mis. Pa. How a boy?
Doct. I begar a boy.
Pa. Nay be not angry wife, Ile tell thee true,
120 It was my plot to deceiue thee so:
And by this time your daughter’s married
To M. Slender, and see where he comes.
Enter Slender.
Now sonne Slender,
Where’s your bride?