Miran. 'Tis a wonder the dry Stubble does not blaze.
Enter Marplot.
Sir Fran. How now! who sent for you, Sir? What's the Hundred Pound gone already?
Marpl. No, Sir, I don't want Money now.
Sir Fran. No, that's a Miracle! But there's one thing you want, I'm sure.
Marpl. Ay, what's that, Guardian?
Sir Fran. Manners, what had I no Servants without?
Marpl. None that cou'd do my Business, Guardian, which is at present with this Lady.
Miran. With me, Mr. Marplot! what is it, I beseech you?
Sir Fran. Ay, Sir, what is it? any thing that relates to her may be deliver'd to me.