Mrs. Mar. The night is not so dark, nor the peruke so big, but I can discern Jonas.
Sir Sim. Faith and troth, I am the very Sir Simon Addleplot that is to marry you; the same Dapperwit solicited you for; ask him else, my name is not Jonas.
Mrs. Mar. You think my youth and simplicity capable of this cheat; but let me tell you, Jonas, 'tis not your borrowed clothes and titles shall make me marry my father's man.
Sir Sim. Borrowed title! I'll be sworn I bought it of my laundress, who was a court-laundress; but, indeed, my clothes I have not paid for; therefore, in that sense, they are borrowed.
Mrs. Mar. Prithee, Jonas, let the jest end, or I shall be presently in earnest.
Sir Sim. Pray, be in earnest, and let us go; the parson and supper stay for us, and I am a knight in earnest.
Mrs. Mar. You a knight! insolent, saucy fool.
Sir Sim. The devil take me, Mrs. Martha, if I am not a knight now! a knight-baronet too! A man ought, I see, to carry his patent in his pocket when he goes to be married; 'tis more necessary than a licence. I am a knight indeed and indeed now, Mrs. Martha.
Mrs. Mar. Indeed and indeed, the trick will not pass, Jonas.
Sir Sim. Poor wretch! she's afraid she shall not be a lady.—Come, come, discover the intrigue, Dapperwit.