SCENE VI.

_Enter +Salewit+._

+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.