Enter Sir Anthony, pulling in Sir Tim. and Diana.
Sir Anth. Morrow, Charles; Morrow to your Ladyship: Charles, bid Sir Timothy welcome; I met him luckily at the Door, and am resolv’d none of my Friends shall pass this joyful Day without giving thee Joy, Charles, and drinking my Lady’s Health.
Wild. Hah, my Uncle here so early? [Aside.
Sir Tim. What, has your Ladyship serv’d me so? How finely I had been
mump’d now, if I had not took Heart of Grace, and shew’d your Ladyship
Trick for Trick? for I have been this Morning about some such Business of
Life too, Gentlemen: I am married to this fair Lady, the Daughter and
Heiress of Sir Nicholas Gett-all, Knight and Alderman.
Wild. Ha, married to Diana! How fickle is the Faith of common Women! [Aside.
Sir Tim. Hum, who’s here, my Lord? What, I see your Lordship has found the way already to the fair Ladies; but I hope your Lordship will do my Wedding-dinner the Honour to grace it with your Presence.
Wild. I shall not fail, Sir. A Pox upon him, he’ll discover all. [Aside.
L. Gal. I must own, Sir Timothy, you have made the better Choice.
Sir Tim. I cou’d not help my Destiny; Marriages are made in Heaven, you know.
Enter Charlot weeping, and Clacket.