Twang. Alas, what pity ’tis; the Supper is quite spoil’d, and no Bridegroom come!
A Noise of hallowing without, and Musick.
Enter Lady Blunder.
L. Blun. Bless us! Here’s a whole Regiment of Liveries, Coaches, and Flambeaux at the Door! the Fops of the Town have heard of a Wedding, and are come in Masquerade.
Enter Musick playing; after them, Prince Frederick, leading Mirtilla, George leading Teresia; Sir Merlin, Diana; Mrs. Manage, Britton; Pages, and Footmen, all in Masquerade. Sir Morgan comes in, all in Mourning; Welborn, and Olivia.
Sir Mer. Hearing of a high Wedding, Sir, we made bold (as the saying is) to give you Joy. Sir, are not you the Bridegroom?
Ter. Where’s your Bride, Sir? Ha! ha! ha!
Sir Mer. Ay, ay, where’s your Bride?
Sir Row. What’s that to you, Sir Coxcomb?
Sir Mer. Hum—how the devil came he to know me now?—Is this reverend Gentlewoman your Lady, Sir?