Scene XVII.


[To them] MINCING.

MINCING
Mem, I come to acquaint your laship that dinner is impatient.

SIR WILFULL WITWOUD
Impatient? Why, then, belike it won't stay till I pull off my boots. Sweetheart, can you help me to a pair of slippers? My man's with his horses, I warrant.

LADY WISHFORT
Fie, fie, nephew, you would not pull off your boots here? Go down into the hall:- dinner shall stay for you. My nephew's a little unbred: you'll pardon him, madam. Gentlemen, will you walk? Marwood?

MRS. MARWOOD
I'll follow you, madam,--before Sir Wilfull is ready.



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