Med. Very true; but Venus's husband is always supposed to be lame, you know, Sir Christopher.
Sir Chr. Well, now do, my good fellow, run down to the shore, and see what detains him.
[Hurrying him off.
Med. Well, well; I will, I will.
[Exit.
Sir Chr. In the mean time I'll get ready Narcissa, and all shall be concluded in a second. My heart's set upon it.—Poor fellow! after all his rumbles, and tumbles, and jumbles, and fits of despair—I shall be rejoiced to see him. I have not seen him since he was that high.—But, zounds! he's so tardy!
Enter Servant.
Serv. A strange gentleman, sir, come from the quay, desires to see you.
Sir Chr. From the quay? Od's my life!——'Tis he—'Tis Inkle! Show him up directly.
[Exit Servant.