Sham. And I have brib’d her Maid to bring her this Morning into the Mall.
Sir Tim. Well, let’s about it then; for I am for no fighting to day—D’ye hear, Boy—Let the Coach be got ready whilst I get my self drest.
Boy. The Coach, Sir! Why, you know Mr. Shatter has pawn’d the Horses.
Sir Tim. I had forgot it—A pox on’t, this ‘tis to have a Partner in
A Coach; by Fortune, I must marry and set up a whole one.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Lord Plotwell’s House.
Enter Charles Bellmour, and Trusty.
Trusty. Mr. Charles, your Brother, my young Master Bellmour, is come.
Char. I’m glad on’t; my Uncle began to be impatient that he came not, you saying you left him but a day’s Journey behind you yesterday. My Uncle has something of importance to say to him, I fancy it may be about A Marriage between him and my Lady Diana—such a Whisper I heard—
Trusty. Ay, marry, Sir, that were a Match indeed, she being your Uncle’s only Heir.