Mrs. Mar. Pray be not angry, sir, and I'll give you a good reason.
Gripe. Reason for marrying a wit!
Mrs. Mar. Indeed, I found myself six months gone with child, and saw no hopes of your getting me a husband, or else I had not married a wit, sir.
Mrs. Joyn. Then you were the wit.
Gripe. Had you that reason? nay, then——[Holding up his hands.
Dap. How's that! [Aside.
Ran. Who would have thought, Dapperwit, you would have married a wench?
Dap. [To Ranger.]—Well, thirty thousand pounds will make me amends; I have known my betters wink, and fall on for five or six.—[To Gripe and the rest.] What! you are come, sir, to give me joy? you Mrs. Lucy, you and you? well, unbid guests are doubly welcome.—Sir Simon, I made bold to invite these ladies and gentlemen.—For you must know, Mr. Ranger, this worthy Sir Simon does not only give me my wedding supper, but my mistress too; and is, as it were, my father.
Sir Sim. Then I am, as it were, a grandfather to your new wife's Hans en kelder;[49] to which you are but, as it were, a father! there's for you again, sir—ha, ha!—