Sir Pat. But this is an Affair of that Importance, Sir,—
Lod. If it be more than Health or Life, I beg your pardon, Sir.
Sir Pat. Nay, no Offence, Sir, I beseech you, I’ll stay, Sir.
L. Kno. How! Sir Patient not see us married?
Sir Pat. You shall excuse me, Madam.
L. Fan. This was lucky; Oh Madam, wou’d you have my Dear venture out, when a malignant Star reigns! not for the World.
Sir Pat. No, I’ll not stir; had it been any Star but a malignant Star, I had waited on your Ladyship: but these malignant Stars are very pernicious Stars. Nephew, take my Lady Knowell, Mr. Fainlove my Daughter; and Bartholomew do you conduct my Lady, the Parson stays for you, and the Coaches are at the Door.
Exeunt L. Kno. Lean. Wit. and Isab. L. Fancy and Bartholomew.
Enter Boy.
Boy. Sir, my Lady has sent for you. [Exit.]