Mar. But was this all?
Char. No, for he had a mind, you must know, to win his Lewis d'Or back again; so he laid me another, that I dare not come back, and tell you that he was there; so cousin, I hope you won't let me lose, for if you don't go to him and tell him that I've won, he won't pay me.
Mar. What, wou'd you have me go and speak to a man?
Char. Not for any harm, but to win your poor cousin a Lewis d'Or. I'm sure you will—for you're a modest young woman, and may go without danger——Well, cousin, I'll swear you look very handsome to-day, and have the prettiest bubbies there; do let me feel 'em, I'll swear you must.
Mar. What does the young rogue mean? I swear I'll have you whipt.
[Exeunt Charly and Mariamne.
Enter Colin.
Col. Ha, ha, ha! our old gentleman's a wag efaith, he'll be even with 'em for all this, ha, ha, ha——
Lis. What's the matter? what does the fool laugh at?