Ran. You consider it right, cousin; for indeed you are but merciful to yourself in it.
Lyd. Yet, if I would be rigorous, though I made a blot, your oversight has lost the game.
Ran. But 'twas rash woman's play, cousin, and ought not to be played again, let me tell you.
Enter Dapperwit.
Dap. Who's there? who's there?
Ran. Dapperwit.
Dap. Mr. Ranger, I am glad I have met with you, for I have left my bride just now in the house at Mulberry-garden, to come and pick up some of my friends in the Park here to sup with us.
Ran. Your bride! are you married then? where is your bride?
Dap. Here at Mulberry-garden, I say, where you, these ladies and gentlemen, shall all be welcome, if you will afford me the honour of your company.
Ran. With all our hearts:—but who have you married? Lucy?