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proofs of it; and for one, here's half the Piece of Gold he broke with me, which he'l know when he sees.
Pun.O rare, by Hymen I'm glad o'the change; 'tis a pretty Sorceress by my troath; Wit to Wit quoth the Devil to the Lawyer; I'l out amongst 'em presently, 't has sav'd me a beating too, which perhaps is all her Portion.
Joll.You turn my Head, you dizzie me; but wouldst thou marrie him without either knowing my mind, or so much as his?
Aur.His, Sir? he gave me five hundred pieces in Gold to make the Match; look, they are here still, Sir.
Joll.Thou hast lost thy senses, Wench, and wilt make me do so too.
Aur.Briefly the truth is this, Sir, he gave me these five hundred Pieces to marry him by a Trick to my Cousin Lucia, and by another Trick I took the money and married him my self; the manner, Sir, you shall know anon at leisure, onely your pardon, Sir, for the omission of my duty to you, I beg upon my knees.
Joll.Nay, Wench, there's no hurt done, fifteen hundred pounds a year is no ill match for the daughter of a Sequestred Cavalier———
Aur.I thought so, Sir.
Joll.If we could but cure him of some sottish affectations, but that must be thy task.
Aur.My life on't, Sir.
Pun.I'l out; Uncle Father your Blessing——— my little Matchivil, I knew well enough 'twas you; what did you think I knew not Cross from Pile?
Aur.Did you i'faith?
Pun.I by this kiss of Amber-grees, or I'm a Cabbage.
Aur.Why then you out-witted me, and I'm content.
Pun.A pox upon you Merchant Jolly, are you there?
Joll.But stay, how come you, Niece, to be marri'd to Mr. Truman?
Luc.I know not, Sir, as I was walking in the Garden.
Trum. j.I thought 'thad been——— but blest be the mistake,What ever prove the Consequence to allThe less important fortunes of my life.
Joll.Nay, there's no hurt done here neither—
Trum. s.No hurt, Colonel? I'l see him hang'd at my door before he shall have a beggarly———
Joll.
