Smug. Well, Mrs. Parly,—I'm obliged to you for this trouble: here are a couple of shillings for you. Times are hard, very hard indeed; but next time I'll steal a pair of silk stockings from my wife, and bring them to you—What are you fumbling about my pockets for?
Parly. Only setting the plaits of your gown: here, sir, get into this closet, and my lady will wait on you presently.
[Puts him into the Closet, runs out,
and returns with Vizard.
Vizard. Where wouldst thou lead me, my dear auspicious little pilot?
Parly. You're almost in port, sir; my lady's in the closet, and will come out to you immediately.
Vizard. Let me thank thee as I ought. [Kisses her.
Parly. Pshaw, who has hired me best? a couple of shillings, or a couple of kisses?
[Exit Parly.
Vizard. Propitious darkness guides the lover's steps; and night, that shadows outward sense, lights up our inward joy.
Smug. My nephew's voice, and certainly possessed with an evil spirit.