Sir Row. No, no, the young Rogues can help themselves with Mistresses; but ’tis well if an old Man can keep his Wife to himself—I’ve invited ’em to Dinner to day, and see, they are come.
Enter Lady Youthly, led by her [Chaplain [Mr. Twang], and leaning] on a Staff, and Teresia.
L. Youth. Where’s Sir Rowland Marteen? Oh, your Servant, Sir, I am come. Runs against George.
[Twang.] Your Ladyship is mistaken, this is not Sir Rowland, but a handsome proper young Man.
L. Youth. A young Man! I cry your mercy heartily—Young Man, I alighted in the Sun, and am almost blind.
Geo. With wondrous old Age. Aside.
L. Youth. Good lack, Sir Rowland, that I should mistake a young Man so!
Sir Row. Ay, Madam, and such a young Man too.
L. Youth. Ay, ay, I see him now. Puts on her Spectacles.
Geo. S’death, what a Sepulcher is here to bury a Husband in? How came she to escape the Flood? for sure she was not born since. Aside.