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A COMEDY.
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shipton, with all possible good will; I wish you and your fair bride joy, most cordially.

WORSHIPTON.

Nay, I wish you joy, Amaryllis.

AMARYLLIS.

Ha! who has been so officious as to tell you of my marriage already?

WORSHIPTON.

Married!—No, faith; I gave you joy because I thought you a bachelor still. Married! what a dog you have made of yourself!—But no; your refined, your angelic Delia has favoured your wishes at last, and with such a woman, you may indeed be a married man without being miserable.

LANDLADY (to Worshipton).

What did you say about Delia, sir? he is married to our Doll.

AMARYLLIS (fretfully to Landlady).

Who desired you to follow me here, ma'am?

LANDLADY.

It was your own wedded wife, sir, that desired me to come; and since you have chosen to marry the maid, I see no reason you have for to turn up your nose at the mistress. And you need not go for to