Sir Robert. Nay but dear Mr. Quicksett, let me speak to you.
Quicksett. In short his Journey to France has made him a mere Ragout—and so I'll go and order Harriet to pack up all her things.
Sir Robert. (To Jack) I told you what your foppery wou'd do—Ecod I am so provok'd I cou'd find it in my Heart to marry the Girl myself.
Quicksett. I'll tell you what, Sir Robert—you're still hale and hearty, and to show how willing I am to match with you, say but the word and you shall have her yourself before that weasen-fac'd thing—but where's Harriet? (Exit)
Sir Robert. Nay, nay, but Mr. Quicksett. (Follows him)
Jack. Hey! Who's without there? Here comes that clodpated fellow—
(Enter ROGER)
Roger, let all my People be ready for me to dress.
Roger. Why the things are detained at the Coostum Hoose, and so there's no cloaths, unless you'll put on Something out of the old Trunk, you left above Stairs before you went abroad.
Jack. What, put on an English dress!