Sir H. Like light and heat, incorporate we lay;
We bless'd the night, and curs'd the coming day.
Well, if this paper kite flies sure, I'm secure of my game——Humph!—the prettiest bourdel I have seen; a very stately genteel one——
Footmen cross the Stage.
Heyday! equipage too!——'Sdeath, I'm afraid I've mistaken the house!
Enter Lady Darling.
No, this must be the bawd, by her dignity.
Lady D. Your business, pray, sir?
Sir H. Pleasure, madam.
Lady D. Then, sir, you have no business here.
Sir H. This letter, madam, will inform you farther. Mr. Vizard sent it, with his humble service to your ladyship.
Lady D. How does my cousin, sir?