Mrs. Clack. Oh, Heavens, Mr. Foppington, she faints.—ah me!
[They hold her, Musick plays. Enter Wilding and Dresswell, disguis’d as before.
Wild. Ah, Musick at Galliard’s Door!
Sir Anth. Good morrow, Sir Charles Meriwill: give your Worship and your fair Lady Joy.
Wild. Hah, Meriwill married the Widow!
Dres. No matter; prithee advance, and mind thy own Affairs.
Wild. Advance, and not inquire the meaning on’t! Bid me not eat, when Appetite invites me; Not draw, when branded with the Name of Coward; Nor love, when Youth and Beauty meet my Eyes— Hah!— [Sees Sir Charles come into the Balcony undrest.
Sir Char. Good morrow, Uncle. Gentlemen, I thank ye: Here, drink the King’s Health, with my Royal Master’s the Duke. [Gives ‘em Money.
Fid. Heaven bless your Honour, and your virtuous Bride.
Fop. Wilding! undone. [Shelters Charlot, that she may not see Wilding.