MISS HOYDEN. Sure, nobody was ever used as I am! I know well enough what other girls do, for all they think to make a fool o’ me. It’s well I have a husband a-coming, or ecod I’d marry the baker, I would so. Nobody can knock at the gate, but presently I must be locked up; and here’s the young greyhound can run loose about the house all the day, so she can.—’Tis very well! NURSE. [_Without opening the door_.] Miss Hoyden! miss, miss, miss! Miss Hoyden! _Enter_ NURSE. MISS HOYDEN. Well, what do you make such a noise for, eh? What do you din a body’s ears for? Can’t one be at quiet for you? NURSE. What do I din your ears for? Here’s one come will din your ears for you. MISS HOYDEN. What care I who’s come? I care not a fig who comes, or who goes, so long as I must be locked up like the ale-cellar. NURSE. That, miss, is for fear you should be drank before you are ripe. MISS HOYDEN. Oh, don’t trouble your head about that; I’m as ripe as you, though not so mellow. NURSE. Very well! Now I have a good mind to lock you up again, and not let you see my lord tonight. MISS HOYDEN. My lord: why, is my husband come? NURSE. Yes, marry, is he; and a goodly person too. MISS HOYDEN. [_Hugs_ NURSE.] Oh, my dear nurse, forgive me this once, and I’ll never misuse you again; no, if I do, you shall give me three thumps on the back, and a great pinch by the cheek. NURSE. Ah, the poor thing! see now it melts; it’s as full of good-nature as an egg’s full of meat. MISS HOYDEN. But, my dear nurse, don’t lie now—is he come, by your troth? NURSE. Yes, by my truly, is he. MISS HOYDEN. O Lord! I’ll go and put on my laced tucker, though I’m locked up for a month for’t. [_Exeunt_. MISS HOYDEN _goes off capering, and twirling her doll by its leg._] ACT IV. SCENE I.—_A Room in_ SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY’S _House._ _Enter_ MISS HOYDEN _and_ NURSE. NURSE. Well, miss, how do you like your husband that is to be? MISS HOYDEN. O Lord, nurse, I’m so overjoyed I can scarce contain myself! NURSE. Oh, but you must have a care of being too fond; for men, nowadays, hate a woman that loves ’em. MISS HOYDEN. Love him! why, do you think I love him, nurse? Ecod I would not care if he was hanged, so I were but once married to him. No, that which pleases me is to think what work I’ll make when I get to London; for when I am a wife and a lady both, ecod, I’ll flaunt it with the best of ’em. Ay, and I shall have money enough to do so too, nurse. NURSE. Ah, there’s no knowing that, miss; for though these lords have a power of wealth indeed, yet, as I have heard say, they give it all to their sluts and their trulls, who joggle it about in their coaches, with a murrain to ’em, whilst poor madam sits sighing and wishing, and has not a spare half-crown to buy her a Practice of Piety.