Enter Saville, Flutter, and Masks.
Flut. O Gemini! beg the Petticoat's pardon.—Just saw a corner of it.
1st Mask. No wonder admittance was so difficult. I thought you took us for Bailiffs.
Court. Upon my soul, I am devilish glad to see you—but you perceive how I am circumstanc'd. Excuse me at this moment.
2d Mask. Tell us who 'tis then.
Court. Oh, fie!
Flut. We won't blab.
Court. I can't, upon honour.—Thus far—She's a Woman of the first Character and Rank. Saville, [takes him aside] have I influence, or have I not?
Sav. Why, sure, you do not insinuate—
Court. No, not insinuate, but swear, that she's now in my bed-chamber:—by gad, I don't deceive you.—There's Generalship, you Rogue! Such an humble, distant, sighing Fellow as thou art, at the end of a six-months siege, would have boasted of a kiss from her glove.——I only give the signal, and—pop!—she's in my arms.