Lett. Victoria! Then I find this is none on't meant to my lady—nor to me neither; the master and man are both rogues. [Aside.
Pen. Receive your seasonable epistle now at midnight!
Vict. He can't mean me——To you he all along addressed.—Would I could read it without her. [Aside.
Pen. To show you I value neither author nor bearer of it—kick the fellow down!
Lat. Nay, madam, since matters must come to extremities, I'd rather have the honour of your ladyship's command to be cudgelled by your good family than have it from my master. A disappointed lover in his rage will strike stone walls and things inanimate, much more a poor live footman; therefore I must deliver my message. I'll read it to you, ladies, for I see you are friends.
Pen. Away with him.
Lat. "If the sincerity of my intentions were not——"
Lett. Get out, false wretch.
Lat. "Demonstrable, in spite of——"
Maid. Take that——