Const.  Oh, servant!  I come to mind you of your promise.  Come, produce my hundred pounds; the time’s out I set you.

Lov.  Not till dark night, upon my reputation!  I have not yet spoke with the gentleman in the black pantaloons; you know he seldom walks abroad by day-light.  Dear madam, let me wait on you to your coach; and, if I bring it not within this hour, discard me utterly.

Const.  You must give me leave to salute the company.  What are they?

Lov.  Persons of quality of my acquaintance; but I’ll make your excuse to ’em.

Const.  Nay, if they are persons of quality, I shall be rude to part from ’em so abruptly.

Lov.  Why so?—­the devil owed me a shame; and now he has paid me.  I must present ’em, whate’er come on’t. [Aside.]—­This, madam, is my Lady Du Lake—­the Lady Springwell—­the Lady Hoyden.

[She and ISABELLA salute them.

Isa.  What a whiff was there came from my Lady Hoyden; and what a garlic breath my Lady Springwell had!

Trice.  Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Lov.  Do not betray me, Justice; if you do—­[Aside.

Isa.  Oh, are you thereabouts, sir? then I smell a rat, i’faith; but I’ll say nothing. [Aside.

Const.  Ladies, I am an humble servant to you all; and account it my happiness to have met with so good company at my cousin Trice’s.

Trice.  Ha, ha, ha!

L.  Du Lake.  Are these two ladies of your acquaintance, son Loveby?

Lov.  Son, quoth a’! a pox of our relation! [Aside.

L.  Du Lake.  I shall be glad to be better known to your ladyships.

Const.  You too much honour your servants, madam.

Isa.  How Loveby fidges up and down!  In what pain he is! well, if these be not they, they call whores, I’ll be hanged, though I never saw one before. [Aside.

Lov.  Will your ladyship please to go, madam?

Const.  I must beg the favour of these ladies first, that I may know their lodgings, and wait on them.

L.  Du.  Lake.  It will be our duty to pay our respects first to your ladyship.

Const.  I beg your ladyship’s pardon, madam—­

L.  Du Lake.  Your ladyship shall excuse us, madam—­

Isa.  Trice.  Ha, ha, ha!

Low.  Ah, devil grin you! [Aside.

Trice.  I must go out, and laugh my belly-full.

[Exit TRICE.

Const.  But in earnest, madam, I must have no denial; I beseech your ladyship instruct me, where I may tender my devoirs.

L.  Du Lake.  Since your ladyship commands me, madam, I dare disobey no longer.  My lodgings are in St Lucknor’s Lane, at the Cat and Fiddle.

Const.  Whereabouts is that lane, servant?