Sir Jeal. If this Paper has a Meaning I'll find it. Lay the Cloath in my Daughter's Chamber, and bid the Cook send Supper thither presently.
Butl. Yes, Sir,—hey day, what's the Matter now?
[Exit.
Sir Jeal. He wants the Eyes of Argus, that has a young handsome Daughter in this Town, but my Comfort is, I shall not be troubl'd long with her. He that pretends to rule a Girl once in her Teens, had better be at Sea in a Storm, and would be in less Danger.
For let him do, or Counsel all he can,
She thinks and dreams of nothing else but Man.
[Exit.
SCENE Isabinda's Chamber, Isabinda and Patch.
Isab. Are you sure, no Body saw you speak to Whisper?
Patch. Yes, very sure Madam, but I heard Sir Jealous coming down Stairs, so I clap'd this Letter into my Pocket.