Cal. With all my Heart: Marsilia's so taken up with my Lord, they'll never miss us.
Mrs. Well. Come then. (Exeunt.
[Marsilia and my Lord Whiffle talk, both looking in a great Glass.
Mar. Thus I have told your Lordship the First part, which is past.
L. Whif. I conceive you, Madam, I have the whole Story in a Corner of my head intire, where no other Thought shall presume to interpose. Confound me, if my damn'd Barber has not made me look like a Mountebank: This Wigg I shall never endure, that's certain.
Mar. Now I must beg your Lordship to suppose Fastin having seen his Mother-in-Law, is wholly captivated with her Charms, and Betty and she have both foresworn the Consummation of her Marriage with Fastin's Father; so he takes her to an adjacent Castle of his; she having cast the old Philosopher in a deep sleep. I'm forc't to tell your Lordship this, because the Play does not mention it.
Mr. Awd. I am afraid your Ladyship will be wanted, like the Chorus of Old, to enlighten the understanding of the Audience.
Mar. Meer Malice, Spight, and burning Malice, by the Gods!
L. Whiff. Very good, my Coat is as full of wrinkles as an Old Woman's Face, by Jove.
Mr. Prais. Madam, han't they took Betty with 'em to his Castle?