Enter Page.
Page. Mr. Trusty, here’s a Gentleman would speak with you, he says his Name’s Mr. Sham.
Trust. Gud’s me, Mistress, put on all your Holiday Looks; for this is the little Merchant of Love by Retail, that brings you the Husband I promis’d you.
Enter Sham.
Sham. Well, Mr. Trusty, I have brought Sir Timothy as I promis’d, he is at the Garden-door.
Trust. The best time in the World, my Lord’s out of the way.
Sham. But you know our Conditions.
Trust. Yes, that if he marry her, you are to have all the Money that he offers to debauch her.
Sham. Right.
Trust. Bring him in then, and I’ll civilly withdraw. [Exit Trusty.