Hip. But I am not ready.
Ger. Truly, miss, we shall have your father come in upon us, and prevent us again, as he did in the morning.
Hip. 'Twas well for me he did:—for, on my conscience, if he had not come in, I had gone clear away with you when I was in the humour.
Ger. Come, dearest, you would frighten me, as if you were not yet in the same humour.—Come, come away; the coach and six is ready.
Hip. 'Tis too late to take the air, and I am not ready.
Ger. You were ready in the morning.
Hip. Ay, so I was.
Ger. Come, come, miss:—indeed the jest begins to be none.
Hip. What! I warrant you think me in jest then?
Ger. In jest, certainly; but it begins to be troublesome.