_Ld. H._ No, madam, I must beseech your ladyship to stay, for there are things alleged against her which you, who have lived in the family, may perhaps give light into, and which I can't believe even she could be guilty of. _L. Ha._ Nay, my lord, that's generous to a folly, for even for her usage of you (without regard to myself), I am ready to believe she would do anything that can come into the head of a close, malicious, cruel, designing woman. _Enter_ BOY. _Boy._ My Lady Brumpton's below. _L. Ha._ I'll run, then. _Cam._ No, no, stand your ground. You, a soldier's wife? Come, we'll rally her to death. _Ld. H._ Prithee, entertain her a little, while I go in for a moment's thought on this occasion. [_Exit._ _L. Ha._ She has more wit than us both. _Cam._ Pshaw, no matter for that; be sure, as soon as the sentence is out of my mouth, to clap in with something else; and laugh at all I say. I'll be grateful, and burst myself at my pretty, witty wife. We'll fall in slap upon her; she shan't have time to say a word of the running away. _Enter_ LADY BRUMPTON _and_ TRUSTY. Oh, my Lady Brumpton, your ladyship's most obedient servant: This is my Lady Harriot Campley. Why, madam, your ladyship is immediately in your mourning. Nay, as you have more wit than anybody, so (what seldom wits have) you have more prudence, too. Other widows have nothing in a readiness but a second husband; but you, I see, had your very weeds and dress lying by you. _L. Ha._ Ay, madam; I see your ladyship is of the Order of Widowhood, for you have put on the habit. _Wid._ I see your ladyship is not of the profession of virginity, for you have lost the look on't. _Cam._ You are in the habit--That was so pretty; nay, without flattery, Lady Harriot, you have a great deal of wit. Ha! ha! ha! _L. Ha._ No, my Lady Brumpton here is the woman of wit; but, indeed, she has but little enough, considering how much her ladyship has to defend. Ha! ha! ha! _Wid._ I am sorry, madam, your ladyship has not what's sufficient for your occasions, or that this pretty gentleman can't supply 'em----[CAMPLEY _dancing about and trolling._ Hey, day! I find, sir, your heels are a great help to your head. They relieve your wit, I see; and I don't question but ere now they have been as kind to your valour. Ha! ha! _Cam._ Pox, I can say nothing; 'tis always thus with your endeavours to be witty [_Aside._]--I saw, madam, your mouth go, but there could be nothing offered in answer to what my Lady Harriot said.--'Twas home--'Twas cutting satire. _L. Ha._ Oh, Mr. Campley! But pray, madam, has Mr. Cabinet visited your ladyship since this calamity? How stands that affair now? _Wid._ Nay, madam, if you already want instructions, I'll acquaint you how the world stands, if you are in distress--but I fear Mr. Campley overhears us. _Cam._ And all the tune the pipers played was Toll-toll-doroll. I swear, Lady Harriot, were I not already yours, I could have a tender for this lady.