Trueman. [Leaving Loveyet.] How is this, madam?—Mr. Loveyet tells me, he is determined to have you.
Frankton. Who! How!—Have who, sir?
[Loud and earnestly.
Loveyet. [Seeing Maria.] By my body, there she is herself.—Have who, sir?—Why, have this lady, sir; who do you think?—My sweet Miss Airy, I have the transcendent pleasure to kiss your hand, ugh, ugh.
Maria. Oh, fie, Mr. Loveyet.—I will have the pleasure to tease Frankton, now. [Retires with Old Loveyet, whispering, and looking tenderly at him.]
Frankton. Amazement!—The old fellow!
[Aside.
Worthnought. This is all very astanishing, 'foregad:—demme, but she deserves to die an old maid, if she has him.
[Aside.
Maria. [Pretends to observe Frankton, for the first time.]—Mr. Frankton!—I did not observe you before: I give you joy of your friend's arrival, sir;—I suppose you have seen him;—he is very agreeable.