Manly re-enters with Sir Francis Wronghead.
Sir Fran. Well, cousin, you have made my very hair stand on an end! Waunds! if what you tell me be true, I'll stuff my whole family into a stage-coach, and trundle them into the country on Monday morning.
Man. Stick to that, Sir, and we may yet find a way to redeem all: in the mean time, place yourself behind this screen, and for the truth of what I have told you take the evidence of your own senses: but be sure you keep close till I give you the signal.
Sir Fran. Sir! I'll warrant you——Ah! my Lady, my Lady Wronghead! What a bitter business have you drawn me into!
Man. Hush! to your post; here comes one couple already.
Sir Francis retires behind the screen.
[Exit Manly.
Enter Myrtilla with Squire Richard.
Squ. Rich. What! is this the doctor's chamber?
Myr. Yes, yes, speak softly.