Enter a Servant, who whispers Wildair.
Sir H. Let them alone, colonel, their folly will be now diverting. Come, gentlemen, we'll dispute this point some other time.—Madam, shall I beg you to entertain the company in the next room for a moment?
[To Lady Darling.
Lady D. With all my heart——Come, gentlemen.
[Exeunt all but Wildair.
Sir H. A lady to inquire for me! Who can this be?
Enter Lady Lurewell.
Oh, madam, this favour is beyond my expectation—to come uninvited to dance at my wedding.——What d'ye gaze at, madam?
Lady L. A monster—if thou'rt married, thou'rt the most perjured wretch that e'er avouch'd deceit.
Sir H. Heyday! Why, madam, I'm sure I never swore to marry you: I made, indeed, a slight promise, upon condition of your granting me a small favour; but you would not consent, you know.