L. Kno. Law-French! out upon’t, I cou’d find in my heart to have the Porters bring it back, and have it burnt for a Heresy to Learning.
Lod. Or thrown into the Thames, that it may float back to Normandy, to have the Language new modell’d.
L. Kno. You say well; but what’s all this ad Iphicli bonis, where’s Sir Credulous all this while? his Affairs expect him.
Lod. So does Leander your Ladyship within.
L. Kno. Leander! Hymen, Hymenæ, I’ll wait on him, Lodwick; I am resolv’d you shall marry Isabella too; I have a design in my head that cannot fail to give you the possession of her within this two or three hours.
Lod. Such an Indulgence will make me the happiest of Men, and I have something to say to your Ladyship that will oblige you to hasten the design.
L. Kno. Come in, and let me know it.
Exeunt.
[ Scene II.] [A Chamber in Sir Patient Fancy’s House.]
A Table and Chairs.
Enter Lady Fancy in a Morning-dress, Maundy with Pen, Ink and Paper.