Sav. What, Lady Fran——
Court. Hush! You shall see her name to-morrow morning in red letters at the end of my list. Gentlemen, you must excuse me now. Come and drink chocolate at twelve, but—
Sav. Aye, let us go, out of respect to the Lady:—'tis a Person of Rank.
Flut. Is it?—Then I'll have a peep at her. (Runs to the door in the back Scene.)
Court. This is too much, Sir. (Trying to prevent him.)
1st Mask. By Jupiter, we'll all have a peep.
Court. Gentlemen, consider—for Heaven's sake——a Lady of Quality. What will be the consequences?
Flut. The consequences!—Why, you'll have your throat cut, that's all—but I'll write your Elegy. So, now for the door! [Part open the door, whilst the rest hold Courtall.]——Beg your Ladyship's pardon, whoever you are: [Leads her out.] Emerge from darkness like the glorious Sun, and bless the wond'ring circle with your charms. [Takes off her Mask.]
Sav. Kitty Willis! ha! ha! ha!
Omnes. Kitty Willis! ha! ha! ha! Kitty Willis!