[Runs off.
Banks. But, sir, I insist you'll return him his money. [To Twitch.] Stop! [Going.]
Twitch. Aye, stop! [Holds the skirt of his coat.]
Lady Am. Where dwelleth he?
Banks. I fancy, where he can, madam. I understand, from his discourse, that he was on his way to join a company of actors in the next town.
Lady Am. A profane stage-player with such a gentle, generous heart! Yet so whimsically wild, like the unconscious rose, modestly shrinking from the recollection of its own grace and sweetness.
Enter Jane, from the house, more dressed.
Jane. Now, my lady, I'm fit to attend your ladyship. I look so genteelish, mayhap her ladyship may take me home with her.
Lady Am. This maiden may find out for me whither he goeth. [Aside.] Call on my steward, and thy legal demands shall be satisfied. [To Twitch.]
Jane. Here, coachman, drive up my lady's chariot, nearer to our door. [Calls off.] Charott! If she'd take me with her, la! how all the folks will stare. [Aside.] Madam, though the roads are so very dusty, I'll walk all the way on foot to your ladyship's house—ay, though I should spoil my bran new petticoat.