Mrs. Mar. Nay, if you are so in love with your thought—[Offers to go.
Dap. Are you so impatient to be my wife?—He is like—he is like—a picture without shadows, or—or—a face without patches—or a diamond without a foil. These are new thoughts now, these are new!
Mrs. Mar. You are wedded already to your thoughts, I see;—good night.
Dap. Madam, do not take it ill:—
For loss of happy thought there's no amends;
For his new jest true wit will lose old friends.
That's new again,—the thought's new. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—Another part of the same.
Enter Gripe, leading Lucy; Mrs. Joyner and Mrs. Crossbite following.
Gripe. Mrs. Joyner, I can conform to this mode of public walking by moonlight, because one is not known.