Syl. If you mean the plainness of my person, I think your ladyship's as plain as me to the full.
Mel. Were I sure of that, I would be glad to take up with a rakehelly officer, as you do.
Syl. Again! lookye, madam, you are in your own house.
Mel. And if you had kept in yours, I should have excused you.
Syl. Don't be troubled, madam; I shan't desire to have my visit returned.
Mel. The sooner, therefore, you make an end of this, the better.
Syl. I am easily persuaded to follow my inclinations; and so, madam, your humble servant.
[Exit.
Mel. Saucy thing!
Enter Lucy.