Well, Mrs. Trusty, is my sister dress'd yet?
Trusty. Yes, Madam, but my Lord has been courting her so, I think, 'till they are both out of humour.
Lady Grace. How so?
Trusty. Why, it begun, Madam, with his Lordship's desiring her Ladyship to dine at home to-day——upon which my Lady said she could not be ready; upon that, my Lord order'd them to stay the dinner, and then my Lady order'd the coach; then my Lord took her short, and said, he had order'd the coachman to set up: Then my Lady made him a great curt'sy, and said, she would wait 'till his Lordship's horses had din'd, and was mighty pleasant: But for fear of the worst, Madam, she whisper'd me——to get her chair ready.
[Exit Trusty.
Lady Grace. O! here they come; and, by their looks, seem a little unfit for company.
[Exit Lady Grace.
Enter Lady Townly, Lord Townly following.
Lady Town. Well! look you, my Lord; I can bear it no longer! nothing still but about my faults, my faults! an agreeable subject truly!
Lord Town. Why, Madam, if you won't hear of them; how can I ever hope to see you mend them?