Lod. Oh! those are the dull Conjugal Hours for sleeping with her own Husband, and dreaming of Joys her absent Lover alone can give her.
Sir Cred. Nay, an she be for Sleeping, Zoz, I am as good at that as she can be for her Heart; or Snoring either.
Lod. But I have done; Sir Credulous has a dumb Oration to make you by way of farther Explanation.
Sir Cred. A dumb Oration! now do I know no more how to speak a dumb Speech than .
Luc. Oh, I love that sort of Eloquence extremely.
Lod. I told you this would take her.
Sir Cred. Nay, I know your silent Speeches are incomparable, and I have such a Speech in my Head.
Lod. Your Postures, your Postures, begin, Sir. He puts himself into a ready Posture as if he would speak, but only makes Faces.
Enter Page.
Pag. Sir, my Lady desires to speak with you. To Lean.