Enter Whisper, and speaks aside to his Master.
The Devil! Whisper here agen, that Fellow never speaks out; is this the same, or a new Secret? Sir George, won't you ask Charles what News Whisper brings?
Sir Geo. Not I, Sir; I suppose it does not relate to me.
Marpl. Lord, Lord, how little Curiosity some People have! Now my chief Pleasure lies in knowing every Body's Business.
Sir Geo. I fancy, Charles, thou hast some Engagement upon thy Hands: I have a little Business too. Marplot, if it falls in your way to bring me any Intelligence from Miranda, you'll find me at the Thatch'd House at Six—
Marpl. You do me much Honour.
Char. You guess right, Sir George, wish me Success.
Sir Geo. Better than attended me. Adieu.
(Exit.
Char. Marplot, you must Excuse me.—