East.—Away with this perverseness—‘tis too much.
Nay, if you strive—‘tis monstrous affectation!
J. Sh.—Retire! I beg you leave me—
East.—Thus to coy it!
With one who knows you too.
J. Sh.—Help, oh, gracious Heaven!
Help! Save me! Help!
[Enter Dumont.
East.—Avaunt! base groom—
At distance wait, and know thy office better.