rest which is to follow in both Cases, a Man may do it with∣out Book—So all's one for that.
Milla.
Dee hear the Creature? Lord, here's Company, I'll be gone.
[Exeunt Millamant and Mincing.
Wit.
In the Name of Bartlemew and his Fair, what have we here?
Mrs. Mar.
'Tis your Brother, I fancy. Don't you know him?
Wit.
Not I—Yes, I think it is he—I've almost for∣got him; I have not seen him since the Revolution.
Enter Sir Wilfull Witwoud in a Country Riding Habit, and Servant to Lady Wishfort.
Serv.
Sir, my Lady's dressing. Here's Company; if you please to walk in, in the mean time.
Sir Will.
Dressing! What it's but Morning here I warrant with you in London; we shou'd count it towards Afternoon in our Parts, down in Shropshire—Why then belike my Aunt han't din'd yet—Ha, Friend?
Sir Will.
My Aunt Sir, yes my Aunt Sir, and your Lady Sir; your Lady is my Aunt, Sir—Why, what do'st thou not know me, Friend? Why then send Somebody here that does. How long hast thou liv'd with thy Lady, Fellow, ha!
Serv.
A Week, Sir; longer than any Body in the House, except my Lady's Woman.
Sir Will.
Why then belike thou dost not know thy Lady, if thou see'st her, ha Friend?
Serv.
Why truly Sir; I cannot safely swear to her Face in a Morning, before she is dress'd. 'Tis like I may give a shrew'd guess at her by this time.
Sir. Will.
Well prithee try what thou can'st do; if thou can'st not guess, enquire her out, do'st hear Fellow? And tell her, her Nephew Sir Wilfull Witwoud is in the House.
Sir Will.
Hold ye, hear me Friend; a Word with you in your Ear, prithee who are these Gallants?