Lady L. Sir Harry, you won't raise a disturbance in my house?
Sir H. Disturbance, madam! no, no, I'll beat him with the temper of a philosopher. Here, Mrs. Parly, show me the gentleman.
[Exit with Parly.
Lady L. Now shall I get the old monster well beaten, and Sir Harry pestered next term with bloodsheds, batteries, costs, and damages, solicitors and attorneys; and if they don't tease him out of his good humour, I'll never plot again. [Exit.
SCENE V.
Another Room in the same House.
Enter Smuggler.
Smug. Oh, this damned tide-waiter! A ship and cargo worth five thousand pounds! Why, 'tis richly worth five hundred perjuries.
Enter Sir H. Wildair.
Sir H. Dear Mr. Alderman, I'm your most devoted and humble servant.
Smug. My best friend, Sir Harry, you're welcome to England.