Sir Robert. So agreeable, that I'm not fond of parting with her.
Quicksett. Why does not the young Man appear then? I want to see him.
Sir Robert. I have sent upstairs for him—he'll be here presently.
Quicksett. I don't know how to say it—he's but just arriv'd as I may say, and he's the Town-talk already.
(Enter SIDEBOARD)
Sideboard. My young Master is not stirring yet, Sir.
Quicksett. Not stirring at this time o' day?
Sir Robert. Nay, there's nothing in that—he has not recover'd from his Fatigue—but there's his governor yonder. He can give an account of him—call him in Sideboard. The Truth of the matter is, I have not seen much of him myself, but by all accounts—O, here comes Mr. Florid—Mr. Florid, they say is a particular sort of Philosopher that talks much of characteristicks, I don't well understand what characteristicks are, but he is a well spoken Man. O, here he comes.
(Enter FLORID)
Florid. Sir Robert, I hope I see you with your Spirits in due Harmony, and all your Affections in proper ballance.