Lady within. Why, niece, where are you, niece?
Lord. Pox of her old mouldy chops.
Chr. Do you hear, my aunt calls? I shall be hanged for staying with you—let me go, my lord.
[Gets from him.
Enter Lady Dupe.
L. Dupe. My lord! heaven bless me, what makes your lordship here?
Lord. I was just wishing for you, madam; your niece and I have been so laughing at the blunt humour of your country-gentleman. I must go pass an hour with him.
[Exit Lord.
Chr. You made a little too much haste; I was just exchanging a kiss for a ruby.
L. Dupe. No harm done; it will make him come on the faster: Never full gorge an hawk you mean to fly: The next will be a necklace of pearl, I warrant you.
L. Dupe. Tell him I grew suspicious, and examined you whether he made not love; which you denied. Then tell him how my maids and daughters watch you; so that you tremble when you see his lordship.