Dor. Oh! I understand your rebuke;—'tis too soon, Sir, to assume the Father-in-law.
Har. Zounds! what do you mean by that? I tell you that the Lady you admire, is Letitia Hardy.
Dor. I am glad you are so well satisfied with the state of my heart.—I wish I was.
[Exit.
Har. Stop a moment.—Stop, I say! What, you won't? Very well—if I don't play you a trick for this, may I never be a Grand-father! I'll plot with Letty now, and not against her; aye, hang me if I don't. There's something in my head, that shall tingle in his heart.—He shall have a lecture upon impatience, that I foresee he'll be the better for as long as he lives.
[Exit.
Saville comes forward with other Masks.
Sav. Flutter, come with us; we're going to raise a laugh at Courtall's.
Flut. With all my heart. "Live to Live," was my Father's motto: "Live to Laugh," is mine.
[Exit.