Lord G. By a Cupid, honest Prompt, and these characters were engraved by the point of his arrow! [Kissing the Superscription.] "To —— Heartly, Esq." Blandish, did you ever see any thing like it?
Blandish. If her style be equal to her hand-writing—
Lord G. If it be equal!—Infidel! you shall have proof directly. [Opens the Letter precipitately.] Hey-day! what the devil's here? my bills again, and no line—not a word—Death and disappointment, what's this!
Prompt. Gad it's well if she is not off again—'faith I never asked where the letter came from.
Lord G. Should you know the messenger again?
Prompt. I believe I should, my lord. For a Cupid he was somewhat in years, about six feet high, and a nose rather given to purple.
Lord G. Spare your wit, sir, till you find him.
Prompt. I have a shorter way—my life upon it I start her myself.
Blandish. And what is your device, sirrah!