L. Fan. Why; ah, ’tis very true, Sir, but we ought not to offend a Brother that is weak, and consequently, a Sister.
Sir Pat. An excellent Lady this, but she may be corrupted, ah, she may fall; I will therefore without delay, carry her from this wicked Town.
L. Kno. Come, come, Gentlemen, let’s in; Mr. Fancy, you must be my Man;—Sir Credulous, come, and you, sweet Sir, come, Ladies,—Nunc est saltandum, &c.
Exeunt.
[ Scene II.] Changes to a Chamber.
Enter Sir Patient as before, Lady Fancy, Wittmore, Maundy, and Roger with things.
Sir Pat. Maundy, fetch my Clothes, I’ll dress me and out of Town instantly,—persuade me not. To Wit.
Roger, is the Coach ready, Roger?
Rog. Yes, Sir, with four Horses.
L. Fan. Out of Town! Oh, I’m undone then, there will be no hopes of ever seeing Wittmore. Aside. —Maundy, oh, help me to contrive my stay, or I’m a dead Woman.—Sir, sure you cannot go and leave your Affairs in Town.