Lis. What shall I tell her, Sir, will you come?
Mr. Barn. Yes, yes, tell her I'll come with a pox to her.
[Exeunt Mr. Barnard and Griffard.
Lis. Nay, I don't wonder he shou'd be angry—they do try his patience, that's the truth on't.
SCENE VI.
Enter Mariamne.
What, Madam, have you left your mother and the company?
Mar. So much tittle tattle makes my head ake; I don't wonder my father shou'd not love the country, for besides the expence he's at, he never enjoys a minute's quiet.
Lis. But let's talk of our own affairs—have you writ to your lover?