Wid. Margaret!--Margaret! come in this minute.

Lovel. What answer, Mrs. Margaret, did you give the man, upon his
asking for Mrs. Harriot Lucas?

Peggy. I only asked, What was his business, and who he came from? (for,
Sir, your honour's servant had told me how things stood): and I came at
your call, Madam, before he answered me.

Lovel. Well, child, if ever you wish to be happy in wedlock yourself,
and would have people disappointed who want to make mischief between you
and your husband, get out of him his message, or letter if he has one,
and bring it to me, and say nothing to Mrs. Lovelace, when she comes in;
and here is a guinea for you.

Peggy. I will do all I can to serve your honour's worship for nothing:
[nevertheless, with a ready hand, taking the guinea:] for Mr. William
tells me what a good gentleman you be.

Away went Peggy to the fellow at the door.

Peggy. What is your business, friend, with Mrs. Harry Lucas?

Fellow. I must speak to her her own self.

Lovel. My dearest widow, do you personate Mrs. Lovelace--for Heaven's
sake do you personate Mrs. Lovelace.

Wid. I personate Mrs. Lovelace, Sir! How can I do that?--She is fair;
I am brown. She is slender: I am plump--