Cursedly out of Humour at his Disappointment; see how he looks! Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Geo. Ah, Charles, I am so humbled in my Pretensions to Plots upon Women, that I believe I shall never have Courage enough to attempt a Chamber-maid agen—I'll tell thee.
Char. Ha, ha; I'll spare you the Relation by telling you— Impatient to know your Business with my Father, when I saw you Enter, I slipt back into the next Room, where I overheard every Syllable.
Sir Geo. That I said— But I'll be hang'd if you heard her Answer—. But prithee tell me, Charles, is she a Fool?
Char. I ne'er suspected her for one; but Marplot can inform you better, if you'll allow him a Judge.
Marpl. A Fool! I'll justifie she has more Wit than all the rest of her Sex put together; why she'll Rally me, till I han't one word to say for my self.
Char. A mighty Proof of her Wit truly—
Marpl. There must be some Trick in't, Sir George; Egad I'll find it out if it cost me the Sum you paid for't.
Sir Geo. Do and Command me—
Marpl. Enough, let me alone to Trace a Secret.—