[Knocking at the Door.
Kite. Officers, to your posts. Tycho, mind the door.
[Exeunt Plume and Worthy.—Servant opens the Door.
Enter Melinda and Lucy.
Kite. Tycho, chairs for the ladies.
Mel. Don't trouble yourself; we shan't stay, doctor.
Kite. Your ladyship is to stay much longer than you imagine.
Mel. For what?
Kite. For a husband—For your part, madam, you won't stay for a husband. [To Lucy
Lucy. Pray, doctor, do you converse with the stars, or the devil?