Sir Tim. Laws and Religion! Alas, my Lord, he deserves not the Name of a Patriot, who does not for the publick Good, defy all Laws and Religion.
Wild. Death, I must interrupt ‘em—Sir, pray what Lady’s that.
[Wild, salutes her.
Sir Tim. I beseech your Lordship know her, ‘tis my Lady Galliard; the rest are all my Friends and Neighbours, true Protestants all—Well, my Lord, how do you like my Method of doing the business of the Nation, and carrying on the Cause with Wine, Women, and so forth?
Wild. High Feeding and smart Drinking, gains more to the Party, than your smart Preaching.
Sir Tim. Your Lordship has hit it right: a rare Man this!
Wild. But come, Sir, leave serious Affairs, and oblige these fair ones.
[Addresses himself to Galliard, Sir Charles puts him by. Enter Charlot disguised, Clacket and Foppington.
Sir Char. Heavens, Clacket, yonder’s my False one, and that my lovely Rival. [Pointing to Wild, and L. Gal.
Enter Diana and Sensure masked, and Betty.
Dia. Dear Mrs. Sensure, this Favour has oblig’d me.