The Double-Dealer: A Comedy

[_To them_] BRISK.

Brisk. Sir Paul, gads-bud, you're an uncivil person, let me tell you, and all that; and I did not think it had been in you.

Sir Paul. O law, what's the matter now? I hope you are not angry, Mr. Brisk.

Brisk. Deuce take me, I believe you intend to marry your daughter yourself; you're always brooding over her like an old hen, as if she were not well hatched, egad, he.

Sir Paul. Good strange! Mr. Brisk is such a merry facetious person, he, he, he. No, no, I have done with her, I have done with her now.

Brisk. The fiddles have stayed this hour in the hall, and my Lord Froth wants a partner, we can never begin without her.

Sir Paul. Go, go child, go, get you gone and dance and be merry; I'll come and look at you by and by. Where's my son Mellefont?

Lady Plyant. I'll send him to them, I know where he is.

Brisk. Sir Paul, will you send Careless into the hall if you meet him?

Sir Paul. I will, I will, I'll go and look for him on purpose.