Arch. Who is your brother, madam?
Mrs. Sul. Sir Charles Freeman:——You'll excuse me, sir; I must go and receive him. [Exit.
Arch. Sir Charles Freeman! 'Sdeath and hell!——My old acquaintance. Now, unless Aimwell has made good use of his time, all our fair machine goes souse into the sea, like an Eddistone. [Exit.
SCENE IV.
The Gallery in the same House.
Enter Aimwell and Dorinda.
Dor. Well, well, my lord, you have conquered:—your late generous action will, I hope, plead for my easy yielding; though, I must own, your lordship had a friend in the fort before.
Aim. The sweets of Hybla dwell upon her tongue—Here, doctor!——
Enter Foigard, with a Book.
Foig. Are you prepared bote?
Dor. I'm ready. But first, my lord, one word—I have a frightful example of a hasty marriage in my own family; when I reflect upon't, it shocks me.—Pray, my lord, consider a little——