TOM FASHION.
Be at peace; it will come there no more: my brother has given it a wring by the nose, and I have kicked it downstairs. So run away to the inn, get the chaise ready quickly, and bring it to Dame Coupler’s without a moment’s delay.
LORY.
Then, sir, you are going straight about the fortune?
TOM FASHION.
I am.—Away—fly, Lory!
LORY.
The happiest day I ever saw. I’m upon the wing already. Now then I shall get my wages. [Exeunt.]
SCENE II.—A Garden behind LOVELESS’S Lodgings. Enter LOVELESS and SERVANT.
LOVELESS.
Is my wife within?
SERVANT.
No, sir, she has gone out this half-hour.
LOVELESS.
Well, leave me.—[Exit SERVANT.] How strangely does my mind run on this widow!—Never was my heart so suddenly seized on before. That my wife should pick out her, of all womankind, to be her playfellow! But what fate does, let fate answer for: I sought it not. So! by Heavens! here she comes.
Enter BERINTHIA.
BERINTHIA.
What makes you look so thoughtful, sir? I hope you are not ill.