[Looking about to make his Escape.
Esop. That's your Modesty, Sir.
Quaint. Sir, you are pleased to compliment. But a——twenty Pedigrees for a clear Coast.
[Running off, the Servant after him.
Esop. Wait upon him down Stairs, Fellow; I'd do't myself, were I but nimble enough; but he makes haste, to avoid Ceremony.
Enter Servant.
Serv. Sir, here's a Lady in great haste, desires to speak with you.
Esop. Let her come in.
Enter Aminta, weeping.
Amin. O Sir, if you don't help me, I'm undone.