_Dap._ Ha! ha! ha!-- _Sir Sim._ Nay, if you are there, my true friend, I'll forgive your hearkening, if you'll forgive my censures.--I speak to you, dear Madam Martha; dear, dear--behold your worthy knight-- _Mrs. Mar._ That's far from neighbours. _Sir Sim._ Is come to reap the fruit of his labours. _Mrs. Mar._ I cannot see the knight; well, but I'm sure I hear Jonas. _Sir Sim._ I am no Jonas, Mrs. Martha. _Mrs. Mar._ The night is not so dark, nor the peruke so big, but I can discern Jonas. _Sir Sim._ Faith and troth, I am the very Sir Simon Addleplot that is to marry you; the same Dapperwit solicited you for; ask him else, my name is not Jonas. _Mrs. Mar._ You think my youth and simplicity capable of this cheat; but let me tell you, Jonas, 'tis not your borrowed clothes and titles shall make me marry my father's man. _Sir Sim._ Borrowed title! I'll be sworn I bought it of my laundress, who was a court-laundress; but, indeed, my clothes I have not paid for; therefore, in that sense, they are borrowed. _Mrs. Mar._ Prithee, Jonas, let the jest end, or I shall be presently in earnest. _Sir Sim._ Pray, be in earnest, and let us go; the parson and supper stay for us, and I am a knight in earnest. _Mrs. Mar._ You a knight! insolent, saucy fool. _Sir Sim._ The devil take me, Mrs. Martha, if I am not a knight now! a knight-baronet too! A man ought, I see, to carry his patent in his pocket when he goes to be married; 'tis more necessary than a licence. I am a knight indeed and indeed now, Mrs. Martha. _Mrs. Mar._ Indeed and indeed, the trick will not pass, Jonas. _Sir Sim._ Poor wretch! she's afraid she shall not be a lady.--Come, come, discover the intrigue, Dapperwit. _Mrs. Mar._ You need not discover the intrigue, 'tis apparent already. Unworthy Mr. Dapperwit, after my confidence reposed in you, could you be so little generous as to betray me to my father's man? but I'll be even with you. _Sir Sim._ Do not accuse him, poor man! before you hear him.--Tell her the intrigue, man. _Dap._ A pox! she will not believe us. _Sir Sim._ Will you not excuse yourself? but I must not let it rest so.--Know, then, Mrs. Martha-- _Mrs. Mar._ Come, I forgive thee before thy confession, Jonas; you never had had the confidence to have designed this cheat upon me but from Mr. Dapperwit's encouragement--'twas his plot. _Sir Sim._ Nay, do not do me that wrong, madam. _Mrs. Mar._ But since he has trepanned me out of my father's house, he is like to keep me as long as I live; and so good night, Jonas. _Sir Sim._ Hold, hold, what d'ye mean both? prithee tell her I am Sir Simon, and no Jonas. _Dap._ A pox! she will not believe us, I tell you. _Sir Sim._ I have provided a supper and parson at Mulberry-garden, and invited all my friends I could meet in the Park. _Dap._ Nay, rather than they shall be disappointed, there shall be a bride and bridegroom to entertain 'em; Mrs. Martha and I will go thither presently.