Lady L. Then he has got woman's clothes on?
Parly. Yes, madam, and has passed upon the family for your nurse.
Lady L. Convey him into that closet, and put out the candles, and tell him, I'll wait on him presently. When he is tired of his situation, let the servants pretend they take him for a common rogue, come with the intent to rob the house, and pump him heartily.
[As Parly goes to put out the Candles,
somebody knocks.—Music plays without.
Lady L. This must be Sir Harry; tell him I am not to be spoken with.
Parly. Sir, my lady is not to be spoken with.
Sir H. [Without.] I must have that from her own mouth, Mrs. Parly. Play, gentlemen.
[Music plays again.
Enter Sir Harry.
Lady L. 'Tis too early for serenading, Sir Harry.