_Enter +Salewit+._
+Mis. Hol.+ Look, Mistress Scruple, here's your husband.
+Sale.+ Be the leave of the fair companée.
+Mis. Scr.+ My husband!
His cold keeps him at home. Surely I take
This to be some Dutch elder.
+Sale.+ Where is
The breed an breedgroom? O monsieur, I'm com't
To give you zhoy, and bless your capòn; where
Is your fair breed?
+Ware.+ O Monsieur, you have join'd me
To a chaste virgin. Would, when I came to you,
Y' had used your ceremonies about my funeral.
+Sale.+ Fooneral? Is your breed dead?
+Ware.+ Would she were,
I'd double your fee, Monsieur, to bury her.
+Sale.+ Ee can but leetle English.
+Ware.+ No, I see you are but new come over.
+Sale.+ Dover! Tere Ee landed.
+Ware.+ Ay, sir, pray walk in; that door
Will land you in my dining-room.
+Sale.+ Ee tank you. [_Exit._
+Ware.+ This is the priest that married us.
+Sea.+ This is a Frenchman, is't not?
+Ware.+ 'Twas at the French church.