HENRICH SCHERCL.
Ah, my friend Tempenny's wife. And Mrs. Sylvester—how do you do?
MRS. SYLVESTER.
This creature again?
MRS. TEMPENNY.
By what right, sir, do you bring this person again—and into my private house.
ROSALINE.
Creature! Stand up for me, Heinrich.
HENRICH SCHERCL.
I will, my treasure. (To MRS. TEMPENNY.) I must trouble you, my good madam, to speak in terms of more respect of a lady who will shortly be my wife.