Marpl. Pish! Pox, I wish I were fairly out of the House. I find Marriage is the end of this Secret: And now I am half mad to know what Charles wants him for.
(Aside.
Sir Geo. Madam, I'm doubly press'd, by Love and Friendship: This Exigence admits of no delay. Shall we make Marplot of the Party?
Miran. If you'll run the Hazard, Sir George; I believe he means well.
Marpl. Nay, nay, for my part, I desire to be let into nothing: I'll begon, therefore pray don't mistrust me.
(Going.
Sir Geo. So now has he a mind to be gone to Charles: but not knowing what Affairs he may have upon his Hands at present, I'm resolv'd he sha'n't stir: No, Mr. Marplot, you must not leave us, we want a third Person.
(Takes hold of him.
Marpl. I never had more mind to be gone in my Life.
Miran. Come along then; if we fail in the Voyage, thank your self for taking this ill starr'd Gentleman on Board.