(Enter Sharp.)
Cook. Come away, Sharp; which of us all is to visit your master's chamber to night in the shape of the lady that he jilted, as you told us of, because her rich uncle chose to marry whilst their wedding clothes were a-making, and who took it so much to heart, poor thing! that she died soon after of the small-pox? I should not much care to do it myself.
Sharp. No, cooky, we have a better plan than that!
Cook. What is it, man?
Sharp. Tho' he laughs at Miss Seabright as a girl from the nursery, he has taken a strong desire to know whether she likes him or not; and, above all, what fortune she is to have: now I have promised to set Pry a talking to her lady about this, when she puts her to bed to-night, and to place him snugly in the adjoining chamber where he may hear every word that they say.
Rob. You have told him there is no danger of being discover'd, as that room is always kept lock'd, and that you have stolen the key of it?
Sharp. You may be sure of that.
Rob. Then you may be sure the devil won't fail to take that chamber on his way from Lady Sarah's, and pay his respects to him in passing. Come, come! let us all set about it! I'll dress in my own garret. Take some of those things in your hand.
(Giving cook some of the clothes to carry, and taking the rest himself.)
(Exeunt.
