Enter TOBIAS⸺in Petticoats. Tob. O dear, dear me, what a pickle am I in—bepetticoated—bewigged—bebearded—and belaughed at by the whole houſe⸺I ſhall die with the ſweating ſickneſs—in four and twenty hours I ſhall be dry as a ſqueezed ſpunge—And all this do I endure for the ſake of that dear hard-hearted creature—ſhe’ll break my heart (wiping his eyes)—if I could drive her out of my thoughts, this moment would I quit this unnatural houſe—Oh, hoh (blubbering).