Lady. 'Tis well: Mr. Thoroegood, Weele walke into the Gallery, and there Discourse the rest.
Tho. I long till I receive the audience of it.
Tim. Your ladiship will vouchsafe to meete The Gent[lemen] in your Coach some two miles hence?
Lady. Ile thinke of it.
[Exeunt omnes.
(SCENE 2.)
_Enter Sucket and Crackby[61].
Suc_. Come, deport your selfe with a more elated countenance: a personage of your rare endowments so dejected! 'tis fitt for groomes, not men magnanimous, to be so bashfull: speake boldly to them, that like cannon shott your breath may batter; you would hardly dare to take in townes and expugne fortresses, that cannot demolish a paltry woman.
Crac. Pox of this Country, it has metamorphisd me. Would I were in my native Citty ayre agen, within the wholesome smell of seacole: the vapor rising from the lands new dunged are more infectious to me then the common sewer ith sicknes time. Ime certaine of my selfe Ime impudent enough and can dissemble as well as ere my Father did to gett his wealth, but this country has tane my edge of quite; but I begin to sound the reason of it.
Suc. What may it be imagind.