Enter Mrs. Wellfed and Patty.
Mrs. Wellfed. Good morrow, Madam.
Mar. Your Servant, dear Mrs. Wellfed, I have been longing for you this Half-hour.
Mrs. Wellf. 'Tis near Ten.
Mar. Ay, my Impertinence is such a Trifle—But, Madam, are we not to expect some more of your Works?
Mrs. Wellf. Yes; I am playing the Fool again.—— The story is——
Mar. Nay, for a Story, Madam, you must give me leave to say, there's none like mine; The turns are so surprizing, the Love so passionate, the Lines so strong. 'Gad I'm afraid there's not a Female Actress in England can reach 'em.
Mrs. Wellf. My Language!
Mar. Now you talk of Language, what do you think a Lord said to me t'other day? That he had heard I was a Traveller, and he believ'd my Voyage had been to the Poets Elyzium, for mortal Fires cou'd never inspire such words! Was not this fine?
Mrs. Wellf. Extravagantly fine! But, as I was saying——