Rosa. [Agitated, and looking about.] If Lord Winlove follows me,—death to him, or my brother, must be the consequence. [Aside.] Henry, if you design to take me to the convent to-night, we shall be too late—the gate's shut at vespers.
Henry. [Looking after Celia,] 'Sdeath, if I lose her now, difficult, perhaps, to meet again—and, if I quit Rosa, she'll——
Enter Lapoche.
Lap. Ah, Mademoiselle Rosa! I'm glad you have escape from dat cruel rogue of a—[Henry turns.] my dear friend, I am so overjoice I overtake a you—I did vash you all over dis great horse field—I did ask a for you all de littel jockeyboy, and I vas vip, and push, and kick, and tump about, from dis a post, to dat a post—
Henry. Well, pray what did you want with me?
Lep. Only in your hurry, I did forget to give you de receipt for your lodging money.
Henry. Oh, I forgot to pay you, that's it; but I wasn't gone.—[Looking out.] If she mixes in that crowd, I shall certainly lose her—may I venture to leave Rosa in this fellow's care? [Aside.] Lepoche, I want to speak to a person yonder, you'll oblige me exceedingly, if you'll not quit this lady till I return.
Lep. [Apart.] I varrant I vil stick close.
Henry. Rosa, I shall be back in a few minutes.
[Exit.