Dick, [aside.] Mad! to marry so sweet a lady!
Sophy, [aside.] If she comes here, my nose will be put all awry.
Dick, [aside.] Marry me, my dear gal!
Sophy, [aside.] I won't be called gal.
Dick, [aside.] Let me call you wife, then.
Mr. Crusty, [who, while this has been going on, has had his hat and cloak put on by Mrs. Lovely, who has put her own scarf around his neck with utmost care and regard.] What is all that whispering about?
Dick. Sophy consents to follow the example of her kind master, and we will all be happy together.
Mr. Crusty. Happy! I had thought that word could never be mine. We will be happy together. I will write my own Epithalamium, and we will sing our madrigals with merry hearts together. Let us now go to the parson.
[Exeunt all.
SCENE III.
Enter Dick and Sophy.
Sophy. What makes you so glum?
Dick. I do n't like the way we were married.
Sophy. Do you dare tell me you are so soon sorry you have made me your wife?
Dick. I am not sorry for that, Sophy; but I do n't like, what the minister said.
Sophy. What did he say?
Dick. Why, when he had got through almost, he pronounced us "man and wife." I wonder if I was n't a man before!
Sophy. No, indeed. You were no body; and, let me tell you, you are not the first no body who has been made some body by marrying a wife.
DICK, [muses a little, and then speaks.] I've a great notion to go back and have it done over again.
Sophy. For why?
