Sir Geo. Why, prithee?
Marpl. Hark'e, Sir George, Let me warn you, pursue your old Haunt no more, it may be dangerous.
(Charles sits down to write.
Sir Geo. My old Haunt, what d'you mean?
Marpl. Why in short then, since you will have it, Miranda vows if you dare approach the Garden-Gate at Eight a Clock, as you us'd, you shall be saluted with a Blunderbuss, Sir. These were her Words; nay, she bid me tell you so too.
Sir George, Ha! The Garden-Gate at Eight, as I us'd to do! There must be a Meaning in this. Is there such a Gate, Charles?
Char. Yes, yes; it opens into the Park, I suppose her Ladyship has made many a Scamper through it.
Sir Geo. It must be an Assignation then. Ha, my Heart springs with Joy, 'tis a propitious Omen. My dear Marplot, let me embrace thee, thou art my Friend, my better Angel—
Marpl. What do you mean, Sir George?
Sir Geo. No matter what I mean. Here take a Bumper to the Garden-Gate, ye dear Rogue, you.