Enter Closet.
Clos. Madam, here’s Sir Timothy Treat-all come to wait on your Ladyship to Supper.
Wild. My Uncle! Oh, damn him, he was born to be my Plague: not— Disinheriting me had not been so great a Disappointment; and if he sees me here, I ruin all the Plots I’ve laid for him. Ha, he’s here.
Enter Sir Tim.
Sir Tim. How, my Nephew Thomas here!
Wild. Madam, I find you can be cruel too, Knowing my Uncle has abandon’d me.
Sir Tim. How now, Sir, what’s your Business here?
Wild. I came to beg a Favour of my Lady Galliard, Sir, knowing her Power and Quality here in the City.
Sir Tim. How a Favour of my Lady Galliard! The Rogue said indeed he would cuckold me. [Aside.] Why, Sir, I thought you had been taken up with your rich Heiress?
Wild. That was my Business now, Sir: Having in my possession the Daughter and Heir of Sir Nicholas Gett-all, I would have made use of the Authority of my Lady Galliard’s House to have secur’d her, till I got things in order for our Marriage; but my Lady, to put me off, cries I have an Uncle.