Gay. The finest wife?
Wilf. Yes, sir; I marry. Once the earldom comes into my line, I shall take measures to perpetuate its remaining there. I marry, sir! I do not say that I shall love. My heart has changed mistresses too often to settle down in one servitude now, sir. But fill, I pray you, friends. This, if I mistake not, is the day whence I shall date my new fortunes; and, for that reason, hither have I invited you, that, having been so long my boon companions, you shall be the first to congratulate me.
[Enter Waiter]
Waiter. You are wanted, Master Wilford.
Wilf. By whom?
Waiter. One Master Walter.
Wilf. His lordship’s agent! News, sirs! Show him in!
[Waiter goes out]
My heart’s a prophet, sirs—The Earl is dead.
[Enter Master Walter]