Lucy. My Lady Lovewealth's, Sir. I told her Miss Harriet was gone home, and that my Master was gone out in a Chair to some of his Lawyers, for I could not let her see Sir Isaac.
Bell. You were right, Lucy. Where is Shark?
Lucy. In my Room, Sir, dressing for the Widow.
(SKINFLINT within)
Skin. Lucy, why Lucy, ugh, ugh, where are you, Wench?
Bell. I'll leave you with my Uncle, Lucy, while I step up and hasten Shark.(Exit [Bellair])
(Enter SKINFLINT)
Skin. Here, Lucy, tye up me Affairs; they are loose and falling about my Heels.
Lucy. They are always loose, I think.
Skin. Lucy, did not I send for Monsieur du Maigre, the Apothecary?