Sir Anth. Well said, Charles, thou leav’st her not till she’s thy own, Boy—And Philander was a jolly Swain, &c. [Exit singing.
Wild. All things succeed above my Wish, dear Frank,
Fortune is kind; and more, Galliard is so;
This night crowns all my Wishes.
Laboir, are all things ready for our purpose? [To his Footman.
Lab. Dark Lanthorns, Pistols, Habits and Vizards, Sir.
Fop. I have provided Portmantles to carry off the Treasure.
Dres. I perceive you are resolv’d to make a thorow-stitcht Robbery on’t.
Fop. Faith, if it lie in our way, Sir, we had as good venture a Caper under the Triple-Tree for one as well as t’other.
Wild. We must consider on’t. ‘Tis now just struck eleven; within this Hour is the dear Assignation with Galliard.
Dres. What, whether our Affairs be finish’d or not?
Wild. ‘Tis but at next Door; I shall return time enough for that trivial Business.
Dres. A trivial Business of some six thousand pound a year?