Dap. I wish our poets were half so good at it.—Mrs. Martha, a thousand welcomes! [Dapperwit kisses and embraces Mrs. Martha.
Sir Sim. Hold, hold, sir: your joy is a little too familiar, faith and troth!
Dap. Will you not let me salute Mrs. Martha?
Mrs. Mar. What, Jonas, do you think I do not know good breeding? must I be taught by you?
Sir Sim. I would have kept the maidenhead of your lips for your sweet knight, Mrs. Martha, that's all; I dare swear you never kissed any man before but your father.
Mrs. Mar. My sweet knight, if he will be knight of mine, must be contented with what he finds, as well as other knights.
Sir Sim. So smart already, faith and troth!
Mrs. Mar. Dear Mr. Dapperwit I am overjoyed to see you; but I thank honest Jonas for't. [She hugs Dapperwit.
Sir Sim. [Aside.] How she hugs him!