Whisp. Hush, Speak softly; I go, go: But hark'e Mrs. Patch, shall not you and I have a little Confabulation, when my Master and your Lady is engag'd?
Patch. Ay, Ay, Farewell.
(Goes in, and shuts the Door.
Re-enter Sir Jealous Traffick meeting Whisper.
Sir Jeal. Sure whil'st I was talking with Mr. Tradewell, I heard my Door clap. (Seeing Whisper.) Ha! a Man lurking about my House; who do you want there, Sir?
Whisp. Want—want, a pox, Sir Jealous! what must I say now?—
(Aside.
Sir Jeal. Ay, want; have you a Letter or Message for any Body there?— O my Conscience, this is some He-Bawd—
Whisp. Letter or Message, Sir!
Sir Jeal. Ay, Letter or Message, Sir.