Ld. H. Your ladyship's——
Enter Lady Harriot.
L. Ha. Undone! Undone! Tattleaid has found, by some means or other, that Campley brought my Lord Hardy hither; we are utterly ruined, my lady's coming.
Ld. H. I'll stay and confront her.
L. Sh. It must not be; we are too much in her power.
Enter Campley.
Cam. Come, come, my lord, we're routed horse and foot. Down the back stairs, and so out.
Ladies. Ay, ay. [Exeunt.
L. Ha. I tremble every joint of me.
L. Sh. I'm at a stand a little, but rage will recover me; she's coming in.