Wit. And I’ll comply with that Resolve of his, and neither love nor marry Isabella, without his Permission; and I doubt not but I shall by my Respects to him gain his Consent,—to cuckold him. Aside.
Sir Pat. I profess ingenuously, a very discreet young Man.
Wit. But, Madam, when may I promise my self the satisfaction of coming again? For I’m impatient for the Sight and Enjoyment of the fair Person I love.
L. Fan. Sir, you may come at night, and something I will do by that time shall certainly give you that access you wish for.
Wit. May I depend upon that Happiness?
L. Fan. Oh, doubt not my power over Sir Patient.
Sir Pat. My Lady Fancy, you promise largely.
L. Fan. Sir Patient here!
Wit. A Devil on him, wou’d I were well off: now must I dissemble, profess, and lye most confoundedly.
Sir Pat. Your Servant, Sir, your Servant.—My Lady Fancy, your Ladyship, is well entertain’d I see; have a care you make me not jealous, my Lady Fancy.