Eph. Verily, Mary, I was buffetted by Satan, in the shape of a damsel.
Lady Am. Begone!
Eph. My spirit is sad, though my feet move so nimble.
[Exit very slow.
Lady Am. But, Oh, Heavens, no tidings of my dearest Henry! Jane, let them renew their search.
Jane. Here's Madam Amelia, you see I've got her room ready; but I'll go make brother Sim look for the young 'squire. [Exit.
Enter Amelia.
Amelia. Oh, madam, might I implore your influence with—
Lady Am. Thou art ill accommodated here; but I hope thou wilt excuse—My mind is a sea of trouble, my peace shipwrecked—Oh, friend, hadst thou seen my cousin Harry, thou too, all who knew him, must be anxious for his safety.
John. [Without.] Heave a-head.