Lady Ara. Yes, her sort of a tolerable husband has gotten to be chosen parliament-man at some simple town or other, upon which she has persuaded him to bring her and her folks up to London.
Clar. That's good; I think she was never here before.
Lady Ara. Not since she was nine years old; but she has had an outrageous mind to it ever since she was marry'd.
Clar. Then she'll make the most of it, I suppose, now she is come.
Lady Ara. Depend upon that.
Clar. We must go and visit her.
Lady Ara. By all means; and may be you'll have a mind to offer her your tolerable scheme for her London diversion this winter; if you do, mistress, I'll shew her mine too, and you'll see she'll so despise you and adore me, that if I do but chirrup to her, she'll hop after me like a tame sparrow, the town round. But there's your admirer I see coming in, I'll oblige him and leave you to receive part of his visit, while I step up to write a letter. Besides, to tell you the truth, I don't like him half so well as I used to do; he falls off of late from being the company he was, in our way. In short, I think he's growing to be a little like my lord.
[Exit.
Enter Sir Charles.
Sir Charles. Madam, your servant; they told me Lady Arabella was here.