Marg. Tell me, Ralph, whether there was anything between you and Nan?
Ralph. Ask no questions, ask no questions, good Margery. [Exeunt.
Dolly. Whither shall I go, or where will this adventure end? Sure, Mr. Severn will——
[Four leaves of the MS. are here missing.]
Umb. The pretty good-natured absurdity! [Aside.]—But, madam, you forgot Lorenzo that you mentioned just now: you must see his—[Whistle. Scene changes.] there, madam, there's the place he spoke those charming words in. But I forget, madam, you are a country lady, and delight rather in airy prospects, tracts of land, and beauteous lawns. [Scene changes to the Park.
Dolly. Is this the Park? Pray, madam, where is the Birdcage Walk, where lovers meet for intrigue?
Umb. You shall see it in due time; for I have a thousand other things to tell you of. You must understand human life, and what passes in the world, before you give yourself away.—But I must not inform you of it abruptly and hastily.
Dolly. It will be charitable in you, madam, to do so.
Umb. I know you must be an admirer of poetry and good sense, without which music is insipid, or at least but half-informed.