Sir H. Then her name is Lurewell.
Colonel S. 'Sdeath! my mistress! [Aside.
Vizard. My mistress, by Jupiter! [Aside.
Sir H. Do you know her, gentlemen?
Colonel S. I have seen her, sir.
Sir H. Canst tell where she lodges? Tell me, dear colonel.
Colonel S. Your humble servant, sir. [Exit.
Sir H. Nay, hold, colonel; I'll follow you, and will know. [Runs out.
Vizard. The Lady Lurewell his mistress! He loves her: but she loves me.——But he's a baronet, and I plain Vizard; he has a coach, and I walk on foot; I was bred in London, and he in Paris.——That very circumstance has murdered me——Then some stratagem must be laid to divert his pretensions.
Enter Wildair.