Harriet. I think I can venture to assure you, we are, sir;—and now, if my father has nothing more to impart, I will take my leave of him; and be assured, sir, your advice shall be treasured here, as a sacred pledge of paternal love.—Adieu, Papa.
Trueman. Farewell, Harriet;—Heaven prosper your designs.
[Exeunt severally.
Scene II. A Street.
Enter Humphry and Worthnought meeting.
Worthnought. Sir, your most obedient.
Humphry. Here's that mackmarony again.
[Aside.
Worthnought. I have not the honour to know your name, sir, but if you will inform me what you were whispering with Mr. Loveyet about, you will make me the most obsequious and devoted of your slaves.
Humphry. My slave!—Why, I wou'dn't have you for a slave, if you was to pay me for it;—with your silk sattin breeches, and your lily white gloves, and your crimp'd up toes, and your fine powder'd calabash, that's so smart outside.