Comp. Ay, ay, I’ll meet you when and where you dare, and do your worst, I fear you not: By the Lord Harry the World’s come to a fine Pass, that we must go to Law for our Children. No wonder the Lawyers are all so rich, yet e’re the Law shall have a Limb, a Leg, a Joint or Nail of this same Boy,
’T shall cost me more than a whole Child in getting,
Some win by play, and standers by with Betting.
[Exeunt.
SCENE the Third.
Enter Spruce, Arabella with a Letter in her Hand, Clara, Mr. Venter, and Mrs. Venter.
Mr. Ven. From whence came that Letter, Niece?
Ara. From Putney, Sir, and from my Husband.
Mr. Ven. And pray be free; Does he tell ye the Cause of his leaving you so abruptly on his Wedding-day?
Ara. Yes; Sir, yet this had been sufficient to have let me known what he is gone about, without the formal Addition of an Epistle.
Spruce. That, why what is that I pray Madam?
Ara. His Will, Sir, wherein he makes me his sole Executrix.