Gripe. But stay, stay, Mrs. Joyner: have you spoken with the widow Crossbite about her little daughter, as I desired?
Mrs. Joyn. I will to-morrow early; it shall be the first thing I'll do after my prayers.
Gripe. If Dapperwit should contaminate her!—I cannot rest till I have redeemed her from the jaws of that lion.—Good night.
Mrs. Joyn. Good gentleman. [Exeunt Gripe and Mrs. Martha.
Sir Sim. Ha! ha! ha! Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs. Joyn. What's the matter, Sir Simon?
Sir Sim. Ha! ha! ha!—let us make haste to your house, or I shall burst, faith and troth, to see what fools you and I make of these people.
Mrs. Joyn. I will not rob you of any of the credit; I am but a feeble instrument, you are an engineer.
Sir Sim. Remember what you say now when things succeed, and do not tell me then,—I must thank your wit for all.
Mrs. Joyn. No, in truly, Sir Simon.