Wild. It is my Custom, Sir, to pray an Hour or two in my Chamber, before I go to Bed; and having pray’d that drousy Slave asleep, the Thieves broke in upon us unawares, I having laid my Sword aside.
Sir Tim. Oh, Heavens, at his Prayers! damn’d Ruffians, and wou’d they not stay till you had said your Prayers?
Wild. By no Persuasion—Can you not guess who they shou’d be, Sir?
Sir Tim. Oh, some damn’d Tory-rory Rogues, you may be sure, to rob a
Man at his Prayers! why, what will this World come to?
Wild. Let us not talk, Sir, but pursue ‘em.
[Offering to go.
Sir Tim. Pursue ‘em! alas, they’re past our reach by this time.
Wild. Oh, Sir, they are nearer than you imagine: some that know each Corner of your House, I’ll warrant.
Sir Tim. Think ye so, my Lord? ay, this comes of keeping open House; which makes so many shut up their Doors at Dinner-time.
Enter Dresswell.
Dres. Good Morrow, Gentlemen! what, was the Devil broke loose to night?