Sir Sim. Wilt thou let her do so ill a thing, Dapperwit, as to marry thee? open her eyes, prithee, and tell her I am a true knight.
Dap. 'Twould be in vain, by my life! you have carried yourself so like a natural clerk—and so adieu, good Jonas. [Exeunt Mrs. Martha and Dapperwit.
Sir Sim. What! ruined by my own plot, like an old cavalier! yet like him, too, I will plot on still, a plot of prevention. So! I have it—her father was here even now, I'm sure; well—I'll go tell her father of her, that I will!
And punish so her folly and his treachery:
Revenge is sweet, and makes amends for lechery.
[Exit.
SCENE IV.—Another part of the same.
Enter Lydia and Leonore.
Lyd. I wish I had not come hither to-night, Leonore.
Leo. Why did you, madam, if the place be so disagreeable to you?
Lyd. We cannot help visiting the place often where we have lost anything we value: I lost Ranger here last night.