Alith. Away, impertinent! Is not this my old Lady Lanterlu's?[83]
Lucy. Yes, madam.—[Aside.] And here I hope we shall find Mr. Harcourt. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.—Horner's Lodging. A table, banquet, and bottles.
Enter Horner, Lady Fidget, Mrs. Dainty Fidget, and Mrs. Squeamish.
Horn. A pox! they are come too soon—before I have sent back my new mistress. All that I have now to do is to lock her in, that they may not see her. [Aside.
L. Fid. That we may be sure of our welcome, we have brought our entertainment with us, and are resolved to treat thee, dear toad.
Mrs. Dain. And that we may be merry to purpose, have left Sir Jasper and my old Lady Squeamish, quarrelling at home at backgammon.
Mrs. Squeam. Therefore let us make use of our time, lest they should chance to interrupt us.
L. Fid. Let us sit then.