MR. H. Generous Melesinda!—my dear friend—"he and his issue," me and my issue—O Lord!—
BELVIL
I wish you joy, Jack, with all my heart.
MR. H. Bacon, Bacon, Bacon—how odd it sounds. I could never be tired of hearing it. There was Lord Chancellor Bacon. Methinks I have some of the Verulam blood in me already—methinks I could look through Nature—there was Friar Bacon, a conjurer—I feel as if I could conjure too—
Enter a Servant.
SERVANT Two young ladies and an old lady are at the door, enquiring if you see company, Madam.
MR. H.
"Surname and arms"—
MELESINDA
Shew them up.—My dear Mr. Bacon, moderate your joy.
Enter three Ladies, being part of those who were at the Assembly.
FIRST LADY
My dear Melesinda, how do you do?
SECOND LADY
How do you do? We have been so concerned for you—