The Double-Dealer: A Comedy

[_To them_] FOOTMAN.

Lady Froth. How now?

FOOT. Your ladyship's chair is come.

Lady Froth. Is nurse and the child in it?

FOOT. Yes, madam.

Lady Froth. O the dear creature! Let's go see it.

Lord Froth. I swear, my dear, you'll spoil that child, with sending it to and again so often; this is the seventh time the chair has gone for her to-day.

Lady Froth. O law! I swear it's but the sixth--and I haven't seen her these two hours. The poor creature--I swear, my lord, you don't love poor little Sapho. Come, my dear Cynthia, Mr. Brisk, we'll go see Sapho, though my lord won't.

Cynt. I'll wait upon your ladyship.

Brisk. Pray, madam, how old is Lady Sapho?

Lady Froth. Three-quarters, but I swear she has a world of wit, and can sing a tune already. My lord, won't you go? Won't you? What! not to see Saph? Pray, my lord, come see little Saph. I knew you could not stay.