Young Fash. Be at peace, it will come there no more: My Brother has given it a wring by the Nose, and I have kick'd it down Stairs. So run away to the Inn; get the Horses ready quickly, and bring them to old Coupler's, without a Moment's Delay.
Lo. Then, Sir, you are going straight about the Fortune.
Young Fash. I am: away; fly, Lory.
Lo. The happiest Day I ever saw. I'm upon the Wing already.
[Exeunt several ways.
SCENE, A Garden.
Enter Loveless and Servant.
Lov. Is my Wife within?
Ser. No, Sir, she has been gone out this Half-hour.