Wit. Oh my dear Lucia!
L. Fan. Oh Wittmore! I long to tell thee what a fatal Mistake had like to have happened last Night.
Wit. My Friend has told me all, and how he was prevented by the coming of your Husband from robbing me of those sacred Delights I languish for. Oh, let us not lose inestimable Time in dull talking; but haste to give each other the only Confirmation we can give, how little we are our own.
L. Fan. I see Lodwick’s a Man of Honour, and deserves a Heart if I had one to give him.
Exeunt.
[ Scene III.] A Hall.
Enter Sir Patient and Roger.
Sir Pat. Roger, is Prayer ready, Roger?
Rog. Truly nay, Sir, for Mr. Gogle has taken too much of the Creature this Morning, and is not in case, Sir.
Sir Pat. How mean you, Sirrah, that Mr. Gogle is overtaken with Drink?