L. Whiff. Madam, I am all Attention.
Mar. Come, the Night Scene there, a Dark Grove made Glorious by a Thousand burning Lights: By Heav'ns my words run of themselves into Heroick! Now Let em' enter.
Enter Fastin, Lady Loveall.
Fast. Cou'd Age expect to hold thee! Oh thou Heav'nly Charmer! was there such an Impudence in Impotence; if the old Dotard has liv'd past his Reason, he must be taught it; yes, it shall dazle in his Eyes.
Mr. Awd. A very Dutiful Son, this.
Mar. Sir, I desire your Absence, if you won't let the Players go on: His Father has done a very foolish thing; and must be call'd to an account for it.
L. Whif. Right Madam; all old Men do foolish things when they marry young Wives, and ought to meet with exemplary Punishments.
Mar. Aye, your Lordship understands the Justice of the thing——Mrs. Knight, if you please.
La. Lov. Whilst my Ears devour your protested Love, my Heart dances to the Musick of your Vows. But is there no Falshood in a Form so lovely! if there is, these Eyes that let the Object in, must weep for ever!
Fast. By Honour and by Glory, I love thee more than Mortal can express or bear.