No more, for I am melancholy. [Walks musing.]
JERE. I’ll do’t, sir. [To Scandal.]
SCAN. Mr. Foresight, we had best leave him. He may grow outrageous, and do mischief.
FORE. I will be directed by you.
JERE. [To Mrs. Frail.] You’ll meet, madam? I’ll take care everything shall be ready.
MRS. FRAIL. Thou shalt do what thou wilt; in short, I will deny thee nothing.
TATT. Madam, shall I wait upon you? [To Angelica.]
ANG. No, I’ll stay with him; Mr. Scandal will protect me. Aunt, Mr. Tattle desires you would give him leave to wait on you.
TATT. Pox on’t, there’s no coming off, now she has said that. Madam, will you do me the honour?
MRS. FORE. Mr. Tattle might have used less ceremony.