Ennui. [Taking her Hand.] With your leave, ma'am.—You see, Scratch—you see.
Lord. Why, Louisa!—
Ennui. Keep your distance, Scratch—contemplate your superiors,—look at me with the same awful respect a city beau looks at a prince,—this way, most angelic—Scratch, cut your head off—this way, most angelic.
[Exit with Louisa.
Lord. Here's treatment!—was ever poor peer so tormented?—what am I to do?—I'll go to Lady Waitfor't, for from her alone I meet relief,—find a silent member, indeed!—by my privilege one might as soon find a pin in the ocean,—charity in a bench of bishops,—or wit in Westminster hall!
[Exit.
ACT THE FOURTH.
SCENE I.
The Paddock near Lady Walton's House—A View of the House at a distance, and partly moonlight.