Act 5 — SCENE VI.

Mis. Hol. Look, Mistress Scruple, here's your husband. Sale. Be the leave of the fair companée. Mis. Scr. My husband! His cold keeps him at home. Surely I take This to be some Dutch elder. Sale. Where is The breed an breedgroom? O monsieur, I'm com't To give you zhoy, and bless your capòn; where Is your fair breed? Ware. O Monsieur, you have join'd me To a chaste virgin. Would, when I came to you, Y' had used your ceremonies about my funeral. Sale. Fooneral? Is your breed dead? Ware. Would she were, I'd double your fee, Monsieur, to bury her. Sale. Ee can but leetle English. Ware. No, I see you are but new come over. Sale. Dover! Tere Ee landed. Ware. Ay, sir, pray walk in; that door Will land you in my dining-room. Sale. Ee tank you. [Exit. Ware. This is the priest that married us. Sea. This is a Frenchman, is't not? Ware. 'Twas at the French church.