Tom. I hope you'll let me go now, sir.
Clinch. jun. Yes, yes, sir; but you must do the favour to swear positively before a magistrate, that you killed him dead, that I may enter upon the estate without any trouble. By Jupiter Ammon, all my religion's gone, since I put on these fine clothes.—Hey, call me a coach somebody.
Tom. Ay, master, let me go, and I'll call one immediately.
Clinch. jun. No, no; Dicky, carry this spark before a justice, and when he has made oath, you may discharge him. And I'll go see Angelica. [Exeunt Dicky and Tom.] Now that I'm an elder brother, I'll court, and swear, and rant and rake, and go to the Jubilee with the best of them. [Exit.
SCENE II.
Lady Lurewell's House.
Enter Lady Lurewell and Parly.
Lure. Are you sure that Vizard had my letter?
Parly. Yes, yes, madam; one of your ladyship's footmen gave it to him in the Park, and he told the bearer, with all transports of joy, that he would be punctual to a minute.
Lady L. Thus most villains some time or other are punctual to their ruin; Are all things prepared for his reception?
Parly. Exactly to your ladyship's order: the alderman too is just come, dressed and cooked up for iniquity.