Brazen. Presently; we're to meet about half a mile out of town, at the waterside—and so forth—[Reads.] For fear I should be known by any of Worthy's friends, you must give me leave to wear my mask till after the ceremony which will make me for ever yours.—Lookye there, my dear dog!
[Shows the Bottom of the Letter to Plume.
Plume. Melinda! and by this light her own hand! Once more, if you please, my dear—Her hand exactly—Just now, you say?
Brazen. This minute; I must be gone.
Plume. Have a little patience, and I'll go with you.
Brazen. No, no, I see a gentleman coming this way that may be inquisitive; 'tis Worthy, do you know him?
Plume. By sight only.
Brazen. Have a care, the very eyes discover secrets.
[Exit.
Enter Worthy.