For he snatch'd up his Cloak, and brush'd his Hat straight,
Set his Band handsomely, and out he gallop'd.
Amar.
'Tis well, 'tis very well, he went out, Egla,
As luckily, as one would say, go Husband,
He was call'd by providence: fling this short Paper
Into Leandro's Cell, and waken him,
He is monstrous vexed, and musty, at my Chess-play;
But this shall supple him, when he has read it:
Take your own Recreation for two hours,