LADY WISHFORT
Come, come, Foible—I had forgot my nephew will be here before dinner—I must make haste.
FOIBLE
Mr. Witwoud and Mr. Petulant are come to dine with your ladyship.
LADY WISHFORT
Oh dear, I can't appear till I am dressed. Dear Marwood, shall I be free with you again, and beg you to entertain em? I'll make all imaginable haste. Dear friend, excuse me.