Lov. So, so; go home quietly and suckle my godson, Frances. [Exit FRANCES.
Bib. If you are for the cellar, sir, you know the way. [Exit BIBBER.
Lov. No, my first visit shall be to my mistress, the Lady Constance Nonsuch. She's discreet, and how the devil she comes to love me, I know not; yet I am pretty confident she loves me. Well, no woman can be wiser, than you-know-what will give her leave to be.
Enter Lady CONSTANCE, and Madam ISABELLA.
Isa. Look, look; is not that your servant Loveby?
Lov. Tis she; there's no being seen, 'till I am better habited. [Exit LOVEBY.
Const. Let him go, and take no notice of him: Poor rogue! he little thinks I know his poverty.
Isa. And less, that you supply it by an unknown hand.
Const. Aye, and falsified my father's key to do it.
Isa. How can you answer this to your discretion?