Wild. What, no Belief, no Faith in villanous Women?
Char. Yes, when I see the Writings.
Wild. Go home, I die if you shou’d be discover’d: And credit me, I’ll bring you all you ask. Clacket, you and I must have an old Reckoning about this Night’s Jant of yours. [Aside to Clacket.
Sir Tim. Well, my Lord, how do you like our English Beauties?
Wild. Extremely, Sir; and was pressing this young Lady to give us a Song.
[Here is an Italian Song in two Parts.
Sir Tim. I never saw this Lady before: pray who may she be, Neighbour? [To Clacket.
Mrs. Clack. A Niece of mine, newly come out of Scotland, Sir.
Sir Tim. Nay, then she dances by nature. Gentlemen and Ladies, please you to sit, here’s a young Neighbour of mine will honour us with a Dance. [They all sit; Charl. and Fop. dance. So, so; very well, very well. Gentlemen and Ladies, I am for Liberty of Conscience, and Moderation. There’s a Banquet waits the Ladies, and my Cellars are open to the Men; but for my self, I must retire; first waiting on your Lordship to shew you your Apartment, then leave you to cher entire: and to morrow, my Lord, you and I will settle the Nation, and will resolve on what return we will make to the noble Polanders.
[Exeunt all but Wild. Dres. and Fop. Sir Charles leading out Lady Galliard.