Sir Tim. And let us, Fair one, haste; the Parson stays; besides, that heap of Scandal may prevent us—I mean, my Nephew.
Dia. A Pox upon him now for naming Wilding. [Weeps.
Sir Tim. How, weep at naming my ungracious Nephew? Nay, then I am provok’d—Look on this Head, this wise and Reverend Head; I’d have ye know, it has been taken measure on to fit it to a Crown, d’ye see.
Dia. A Halter rather. [Aside.
Sir Tim. Ay, and it fits it too: and am I slighted, I that shall receive Billet-Doux from Infanta’s? ‘tis most uncivil and impolitick.
Dia. I hope he’s mad, and then I reign alone. [Aside.
Pardon me, Sir, that parting Tear I shed indeed at naming Wilding,
Of whom my foolish Heart has now ta’en leave,
And from this Moment is intirely yours.
[Gives him her Hand, they go out followed by Betty.
SCENE IV. Changes to a Street.
Enter Charlot, led by Foppington, follow’d by Mrs. Clacket.
Char. Stay, my Heart misgives me, I shall be undone. —Ah, whither was I going? [Pulls her Hand from Fop.