[To them] SCANDAL, MRS FORESIGHT, and NURSE.
Did he so? I'll dispatch him for't presently. Rogue! O
nurse, come hither.
What is your worship's pleasure?
Here, take your young mistress and lock her up presently,
till farther orders from me. Not a word, Hussy; do what I bid you,
no reply, away. And bid Robin make ready to give an account of his
plate and linen, d'ye hear: begone when I bid you.
What's the matter, husband?
'Tis not convenient to tell you now. Mr Scandal, heav'n keep
us all in our senses--I fear there is a contagious frenzy abroad.
How does Valentine?
Oh, I hope he will do well again. I have a message from him
to your niece Angelica.
I think she has not returned since she went abroad with Sir
Sampson. Nurse, why are you not gone?