Fan. Gemini, Sister, does the Gentleman conjurer?
Isab. I know not, but I’m sure I never saw a more affected Fop.
Maun. O, a damnable impertinent Fop! ’tis pity, for he’s a proper Gentleman.
Wit. Well, if I do hold out, Egad, I shall be the bravest young Fellow in Christendom: But, Madam, I must kiss your Hand at present, I have some Visits to make, Devoirs to pay, necessities of Gallantry only, no Love Engagements, by Jove, Madam; it is sufficient I have given my Parole to your Father, to do him the honour of my Alliance; and an unnecessary Jealousy will but disoblige, Madam, your Slave.—Death, these Rogues see me, and I’m undone.— Exit.
Enter Lady Fancy, Lady Knowell, Sir Credulous and Lucretia, with other Women and Men, [Roger attending].
L. Kno. Isabella, your Servant, Madam: being sensible of the insociable and solitary Life you lead, I have brought my whole Family to wait on your Ladyship, and this my Son in Futuro, to kiss your Hands, I beseech your Ladyship to know him for your humble Servant: my Son and your Nephew, Madam, are coming with the Musick too, we mean to pass the whole Day with your Ladyship:—and see they are here.
Enter Lodwick pulling in Wittmore, Leander with them.
Lod. Nay, since we have met thee so luckily, you must back with us.
Wit. You must excuse me, Gentlemen.
Lod. We’ll shew you two or three fine Women.