Nurse. [Without opening the door.] Miss Hoyden! miss, miss, miss! Miss Hoyden!

Enter Nurse.

Miss Hoyd. 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 Hoyd. 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 Hoyd. 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 to-night.

Miss Hoyd. My lord: why, is my husband come?

Nurse. Yes, marry, is he; and a goodly person too.

Miss Hoyd. [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 Hoyd. But, my dear nurse, don’t lie now—is he come, by your troth?

Nurse. Yes, by my truly, is he.

Miss Hoyd. 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.


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