_Nick._ Sir, I have more Manners than to be jealous, especially of what I
don't care two pinches of Snuff for.

_Enter Servant._

_Ser._ Madam, _Major Bramble_, and his Lady.

La. _Rod._ _Major Bramble_, and his Lady!

Sir _Har._ Oh! my Lady _Toss-up_, Madam, has marry'd the _Major_; I met
'em coming from _Covent-Garden-Church_, with Five hundred Boys after 'em.

_Enter_ Bramble, _and Lady_ Toss-up.

_Bram._ Hearing, Madam, your Ladyship had almost engag'd your self, I was
resolv'd to lay aside all Animosities, and let you know, I have taken to
Wife the most incomparable Lady _Toss-up_.

La. _Toss._ And that your Ladyship might not engross the whole Sex, I
receiv'd the _Major_, to let you know I have room for one Lover.

La. _Rod._ I never knew a more surprizing Couple, such a Conjunction's
Policy indeed; State-Matches never have regard to Faces.
[_Noise without._] Bring 'em along, bring 'em along.

_Enter_ Constable, _and others, with_ Totty, Shrimp, _and_ Knapsack.

_Col._ What means this Intrusion?

_Con._ Is Sir _Harry Sprightly_ here?