SIR PETER. No!—then efaith let her hear it out.—Here's a Closet will do as well.—
SURFACE. Well, go in there.—
SIR PETER. Sly rogue—sly Rogue.—
SURFACE. Gad's my Life what an Escape—! and a curious situation I'm in!—to part man and wife in this manner.—
LADY TEAZLE. [peeps out.] Couldn't I steal off—
SURFACE. Keep close, my Angel!
SIR PETER. [Peeping out.] Joseph—tax him home.
SURFACE. Back—my dear Friend
LADY TEAZLE. [Peeping out.] Couldn't you lock Sir Peter in?—
SURFACE. Be still—my Life!