Ash. Ees, zur; wi' all respect—Gentlemen, pray walk thic way, and I'll walk before you.
[Exit.
Sir Abel. Now, that's what he calls behaving pretty. Damn his pretty behaviour.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
A Grove.
[Morrington comes down the stage, wrapped in a great coat—He looks about—then at his watch, and whistles—which is answered.]
Enter Gerald.
Mor. Here, Gerald! Well, my trusty fellow, is Sir Philip arrived?
Ger. No, sir; but hourly expected.