Hip. Very well, pray begone.—[Exit Monsieur.] Well, master, since I find you are quarrelsome and melancholy, and would have taken me away without a portion, three infallible signs of a true lover, faith here's my hand now in earnest, to lead me a dance as long as I live.
Ger. How's this! you surprise me as much, as when first I found so much beauty and wit in company with so much innocency. But, dearest, I would be assured of what you say, and yet dare not ask the question. You h——do not abuse me again? You h——will fool me no more sure?
Hip. Yes, but I will sure.
Ger. How? nay, I was afraid on't.
Hip. For, I say, you are to be my husband, and you say husbands must be wittols, and some strange things to boot.
Ger. Well, I will take my fortune.
Hip. But have a care, rash man.
Ger. I will venture.
Hip. At your peril; remember I wished you to have a care: forewarned, fore-armed.
Prue. Indeed now, that's fair; for most men are fore-armed before they are warned.