Miss Als. Lord, what a fuss you are in: what is in the old trumpery scroll?
Alscrip. Plague and parchment, old Rightly will find what's in it, if I don't interrupt him—Mr. Rightly—Mr. Rightly—Mr. Rightly——
[Going to the Door Rightly went out at.
Enter Servant.
Serv. Sir, Mr. Rightly is gone.
Alscrip. Gone! whither?
Serv. Home, I believe, sir——He came out at the door into the hall, and he bade me tell your honour you might depend upon his reading over the deed with particular care.
Alscrip. Fire and fury, my hat and cane—[Exit Servant.] Here, my hat and cane.
[Stamps about.