Sam. Sir, there is a man below that wants to speak to your honour upon particular business.
Sir Per. Sir, I cannot speak till any body now—he must come another time;—hand—stay—what—is he a gentleman?
Sam. He looks something like one, sir—a sort of a gentleman—but he seems to be in a kind of a passion, for when I asked his name, he answered hastily, it is no matter, friend,—go, tell your master there is a gentleman here that must speak to him directly.
Sir Per. Must! ha? vary peremptory indeed; pr'ythee, let's see him for curiosity sake. [Exit Sam.
Enter Lady RODOLPHA.
Lady Rod. O! my Lady Macsycophant, I am come an humble advocate for a weeping piece of female frailty, wha begs she may be permitted to speak till your ladyship, before you finally reprobate her.
Sir Per. I beg your pardon, Lady Rodolpha, but it must not be: see her she shall not.
Lady Mac. Nay, there can be no harm, my dear, in hearing what she has to say for herself.
Sir Per. I tell you, it shall not be.
Lady Mac. Well, my dear, I have done.