Sir John. I wish there ben't some Mistake in the Business, where's my Lord? I know him very well.
Sir Tun. He was here just now; see for him, Doctor, tell him Sir John is here to wait upon him.
[Ex. Chaplain.
Sir John. I hope, Sir Tunbelly, the young Lady is not married yet.
Sir Tun. No, things won't be ready this Week; but why do you say, you hope she is not married?
Sir John. Some foolish Fancies only, perhaps I'm mistaken.
Re-enter Chaplain.
Bull. Sir, his Lordship is just rid out to take the Air.
Sir Tun. To take the Air! Is that his London Breeding, to go to take the Air, when Gentlemen come to visit him?
Sir John. 'Tis possible he might want it, he might not be well, some sudden Qualm perhaps.