Isab. What will be the event of this?
(Aside.
Sir Jeal. Hark ye Daughter, do you know this Hand?
Isab. As I suspected— Hand do you call it, Sir? 'Tis some School-boy's Scraul.
Patch. Oh! Invention, thou Chamber-maid's best Friend, assist me.
(Aside.
Sir Jeal. Are you sure you don't understand it?
(Patch. Feels in her Bosom, and shakes her Coats.)
Isab. Do you understand it, Sir?
Sir Jeal. I wish I did.