WOFF. And I’ve a trust for you; poor Triplet’s three tragedies. If they are as heavy in the hearing as the carrying—— But here comes your rival, poor Pomander (crosses to L.).
[Enter Sir Charles, L.]
You will join our party at Mr. Vane’s, Sir Charles? You promised, you know (crosses to L.).
POM. (coldly). Desolé to forfeit such felicity; but I have business.
VANE (as he passes, crosses to C.). By-the-bye, Pomander, that answer to your letter to Mrs. Woffington?
WOFF. He has received it. N’est ce pas, Sir Charles? You see how radiant it has made him! Ha! ha!
[Exeunt Woffington and Vane L. H.
POM. Laughing devil! If you had wit to read beneath men’s surface, you would know it is no jest to make an enemy of Sir Charles Pomander.
[Enter Hundsdon, R.]