Sir Tim. Only some of his Imps, Sir, saucy Varlets, insupportable
Rascals—But well, my Lord, now I have seen your Lordship at liberty,
I’ll leave you to your rest, and go see what Harm this night’s Work has
done.
Wild. I have a little Business, Sir, and will take this time to dispatch it in; my Servants shall to Bed, though ‘tis already day—I’ll wait on you at Dinner.
Sir Tim. Your time; my House and all I have is yours; and so I take my Leave of your Lordship. [Ex. Sir Tim.
Wild. Now for my angry Maid, the young Charlot; ’.will be a Task to soften her to Peace; She is all new and gay, young as the Morn, Blushing as tender Rose-Buds on their Stalks, Pregnant with Sweets, for the next Sun to ravish. —Come, thou shalt along with me, I’ll trust thy Friendship.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III. Changes to Diana’s Chamber.
She is discovered dressing, with Betty.
Dia. Methinks I’m up as early as if I had a mind to what I’m going to do, marry this rich old Coxcomb.
Bet. And you do well to lose no time.
Dia. Ah, Betty, and cou’d thy Prudence prefer an old Husband, because rich, before so young, so handsom, and so soft a Lover as Wilding?