[No. 9.]
Plun. (points to door at left).
That's the room I mean to give them.
Lady H. and Nan. (rising).
Then good night, then good night.
(Starting toward door.)
Plun. What's that you say?
First put everything aright.
Lady H. O, with cold I'm all a-shiver!
Nan. O, I quake in every member.
Lio. Both to fainting, seem inclined.
Plun. Why, to spoil them you've a mind.
Nan. This denouement is provoking.
Plun. You've not told us your names yet, my maids.