Young Fash. [Aside.] I gad I must prevent this Knight's coming, or the House will grow soon too hot to hold me.
To Sir Tun.] Sir, I fancy 'tis not worth while to trouble Sir John upon this impertinent Fellow's Desire: I'll send and call the Messenger back——
Sir Tun. Nay, with all my heart; for to be sure he thought he was far enough off, or the Rogue wou'd never have nam'd him.
Enter Servant.
Serv. Sir, I met Sir John just lighting at the Gate; he's come to wait upon you.
Sir Tun. Nay, then it happens as one cou'd wish.
Young Fash. [Aside.] The Devil it does! Lory, you see how things are, here will be a Discovery presently, and we shall have our Brains beat out: For my Brother will be sure to swear he don't know me: Therefore run into the Stable, take the two first Horses you can light on, I'll slip out at the Back-Door, and we'll away immediately.
Lo. What, and leave your Lady, Sir?
Young Fash. There's no Danger in that, as long as I have taken possession; I shall know how to treat with them well enough, if once I am out of their reach. Away, I'll steal after thee.