_Whisp._ Nay, Sir, my Business--is no great matter of Business neither; and yet 'tis Business of Consequence too. Sir _Jeal._ Sirrah, don't trifle with me. _Whisp._ Trifle, Sir, have you found him, Sir? Sir _Jeal._ Found what, you Rascal. _Whisp._ Why _Trifle_ is the very Lap-Dog my Lady lost, Sir; I fancy'd I see him run into this House. I'm glad you have him--Sir, my Lady will be over-joy'd that 1 have found him. Sir _Jeal._ Who is your Lady Friend? _Whisp._ My Lady Love-puppy, Sir. Sir _Jeal._ My Lady Love-puppy! then prithee carry thy self to her, for I know no other Whelp that belongs to her; and let me catch ye no more Puppy-hunting about my Doors, lest I have you prest into the Service, Sirrah. _Whisp._ By no means, Sir--Your humble Servant; I must watch whether he goes, or no, before I can tell my Master. (_Exit._ Sir _Jeal._ This Fellow has the Officious Leer of a Pimp; and I half suspect a Design, but I'll be upon them before they think on me, I warrant 'em. (_Exit._ SCENE __Charles_'s Lodging._ _Enter _Charles_ and _Marplot_._ _Char._ Honest _Marplot_, I thank thee for this Supply; I expect my Lawyer with a Thousand Pound I have order'd him to take up, and then you shall be Repaid. _Marpl._ Pho, pho, no more of that: Here comes Sir _George Airy_-- _Enter Sir _George_._ Cursedly out of Humour at his Disappointment; see how he looks! Ha, ha, ha. Sir _Geo._ Ah, _Charles_, I am so humbled in my Pretensions to Plots upon Women, that I believe I shall never have Courage enough to attempt a Chamber-maid agen--I'll tell thee. _Char._ Ha, ha; I'll spare you the Relation by telling you--Impatient to know your Business with my Father, when I saw you Enter, I slipt back into the next Room, where I overheard every Syllable. Sir _Geo._ That I said--But I'll be hang'd if you heard her Answer--. But prithee tell me, _Charles_, is she a Fool? _Char._ I ne'er suspected her for one; but _Marplot_ can inform you better, if you'll allow him a Judge. _Marpl._ A Fool! I'll justifie she has more Wit than all the rest of her Sex put together; why she'll Rally me, till I han't one word to say for my self. _Char._ A mighty Proof of her Wit truly-- _Marpl._ There must be some Trick in't, Sir _George_; Egad I'll find it out if it cost me the Sum you paid for't. Sir _Geo._ Do and Command me-- _Marpl._ Enough, let me alone to Trace a Secret.-- _Enter _Whisper_, and speaks aside to his Master._ The Devil! _Whisper_ here agen, that Fellow never speaks out; is this the same, or a new Secret? Sir _George_, won't you ask _Charles_ what News _Whisper_ brings? Sir _Geo._ Not I, Sir; I suppose it does not relate to me. _Marpl._ Lord, Lord, how little Curiosity some People have! Now my chief Pleasure lies in knowing every Body's Business.