BRISK. Come, my lord, I'll wait on you. My charming witty angel!
[To her.]

LADY FROTH. We shall have whispering time enough, you know, since
we are partners.


SCENE VIII.


LADY PLYANT and CARELESS.

LADY PLYANT. Oh, Mr. Careless, Mr. Careless, I'm ruined, I'm
undone.

CARE. What's the matter, madam?

LADY PLYANT. Oh, the unluckiest accident, I'm afraid I shan't live
to tell it you.

CARE. Heaven forbid! What is it?

LADY PLYANT. I'm in such a fright; the strangest quandary and
premunire! I'm all over in a universal agitation; I dare swear
every circumstance of me trembles. O your letter, your letter! By
an unfortunate mistake I have given Sir Paul your letter instead of
his own.

CARE. That was unlucky.