Squ. Rich. Troth! I think this masquerading's the merriest game that ever I saw in my life! Thof, in my mind, and there were but a little wrestling, or cudgel playing naw, it would help it hugely. But what a-rope makes the parson stay so?
Count Bas. Oh! here he comes, I believe.
Enter Myrtilla with a constable.
Const. Well, Madam, pray which is the party that wants a spice of my office here?
Myr. That's the gentleman.
[Pointing to the Count.
Count Bas. Hey-day! what in masquerade, doctor?
Const. Doctor! Sir, I believe you have mistaken your man: but if you are called Count Basset, I have a billet-doux in my hand for you, that will set you right presently.
Count Bas. What the devil's the meaning of all this?
Const. Only my Lord Chief Justice's warrant against you for forgery, Sir.