Roger: But here is the Squire who comes to see you. I am going to see if everything is ready for your supper.
(Exit Roger to the house)
Squire: (entering from the street) Your servant, my friend. Ah, ladies, I am delighted to see you. You are waiting for me and that's very proper. I am the very soul of your parties, I admit. The premier mover in your pleasures, I know it. Where are we now? Is the supper ready? Are we getting married? Shall we abandon ourselves to wine? Come on, bring on the gaiety—I've never been in such a mood, in such spirits—I defy you to bore me.
Clarissa:
Truly, Squire, you were wise to wait.
Lucy: It would be silly if a Squire were the first to come! One would think he had nothing to do.
Squire: I assure you ladies that my coach cannot fly faster. It's less than three quarters of an hour since I left Saint James. You know I usually use arabian horses. There are simply no better horses for a quick rendezvous.
Edward:
What affair is so pressing?
Squire: If we didn't have flying carriages like that we'd miss half our opportunities.
Melinda: And since when, Squire, are you mixed up with going to court? It seems that you ordinarily stay at Oxford.
Squire:
Well, what of it, my dear.