Mrs. Lov. Sir Harry, Madam, affirm'd it with that unaffected Air of
Truth, enjoyn'd me so strict a Secrecy in the Matter, saying, if't were
discover'd his Life might be in danger; that you must pardon me, Madam, if
I can't help believing it.
L. Rod. Cozen, you that have never been beyond Tunbridge-Wells, must'nt dispute with me that know the Intreagues of ev'ry Court and Country. Matches an't so easily made up, nor is it probable my slighting him, shou'd make another Lady value him; if it be true, he must have been in League with her some time, and, certainly, I shan't care to be banter'd.——But I'll know that presently;—Where are all my Fellows? prithee, Cozen, bid one of 'em come, hither. [Exit Mrs. Lov.
Enter Footman.
Who order'd you, you fat, heavy heel'd Booby; you are two Hours creeping to the Gate? Call another,—
Enter another Footman.
Nor you you Sot, you'll loiter at ev'ry Ale-house you come to.
Send in the Yorkshire Footman that's never out o'breath;——
Enter a Third.
This Fellow's an intollerable Fool too; d'you hear Changling, go to Young Man's Coffee-house, enquire for Collonel Blenheim; if he's not there, run to the Smyrna, White's, Tom's, Will's, Offendo's, and the Gaunt; tell him I desire to speak with him presently; search the Park, the Play house, and all the Taverns and Gaming-houses you can think on; for, positively, if you don't find him, I'll immediately turn you off.
Re-enter Mrs. Lovejoy.
Mrs. Lov. I hope, Madam, your Ladiship's not displeas'd with me; 'tis my int'rest to oblige in ev'ry thing, where daily I receive such numerous Favours. [Aside]. She has the Money, and I must submit, tho' 'tis well known, I'm of a much better Family.