Lady Town. And a sober citizen too! that's a shame!
Trusty. Ha! I think all's silent, of a sudden——may be the porter has knock'd him down—I'll step and see——
[Exit Trusty.
Lady Town. Those trades-people are the troublesomest creatures! no words will satisfy them!
[Trusty returns.
Trusty. O Madam! undone! undone! my lord has just bolted out upon the man, and is hearing all his pitiful story over——if your ladyship pleases to come hither, you may hear him yourself!
Lady Town. No matter: it will come round presently: I shall have it all from my Lord, without losing a word by the way, I'll warrant you.
Trusty. O lud! Madam! here's my lord just coming in.
Lady Town. Do you get out of the way then. [Exit Trusty.] I am afraid I want spirits! but he will soon give 'em me.
Enter Lord Townly.