Enter Sir H. Wildair.
Sir H. My life, my soul, my all that Heaven can give!——
Lady L. Death's life with thee, without thee death to live. Welcome, my dear Sir Harry——I see you got my directions.
Sir H. Directions! in the most charming manner, thou dear Machiavel of intrigue.
Lady L. Still brisk and airy, I find, Sir Harry.
Sir H. The sight of you, madam, exalts my air, and makes joy lighten in my face.
Lady L. I have a thousand questions to ask you, Sir Harry. Why did you leave France so soon?
Sir H. Because, madam, there is no existing where you are not.
Lady L. Oh, monsieur, je vous suis fort obligée——But, where's the court now?
Sir H. At Marli, madam.