Enter Lady Worret, suddenly.
Lady W. Charles Austencourt!
Falk. (aloud, and striking the floor with his stick.) Ay, Charles Austencourt!
Charles. (entering) Here am I. Who calls?
Helen and Tiffany come forward, and Tiffany goes off.
Sir W. Fire and fagots! what do I see?
Lady W. Ah Heavens defend me! what do I behold?
Falk. Why, is this the surprise you promised me? The astonishment seems general. Pray, sir Willoughby, explain this puppet show!
Lady W. Ay! pray sir Willoughby explain—
Sir W. Curse me if I can.