_Ang._ His pretence, perhaps, was such. Pray, madam, by what means were you made acquainted with his designs? _Lady D._ Means, child! Why, my cousin Vizard, who, I'm sure, is your sincere friend, sent him. He brought me this letter from my cousin. [_Gives her the Letter, which she opens._ _Ang._ Ha! Vizard!--then I'm abused in earnest--Would Sir Harry, by his instigation, fix a base affront upon me? No, I can't suspect him of so ungenteel a crime--This letter shall trace the truth. [_Aside._]--My suspicions, madam, are much cleared; and I hope to satisfy your ladyship in my management, when I next see Sir Harry. _Enter_ SERVANT. _Serv._ Madam, here's a gentleman below, calls himself Wildair. _Lady D._ Conduct him up. [_Exit_ SERVANT.] Daughter, I won't doubt your discretion. [_Exit_ LADY DARLING. _Enter_ SIR HARRY WILDAIR. _Sir H._ Oh, the delights of love and Burgundy!--Madam, I have toasted your ladyship fifteen bumpers successively, and swallowed Cupids like loches to every glass. _Ang._ And what then, sir? _Sir H._ Why, then, madam, the wine has got into my head, and the Cupids into my heart; and unless, by quenching quick my flame, you kindly ease the smart, I'm a lost man, madam. _Ang._ Drunkenness, Sir Harry, is the worst pretence a gentleman can make for rudeness; for the excuse is as scandalous as the fault. Therefore, pray consider who you are so free with, sir; a woman of condition, that can call half a dozen footmen upon occasion. _Sir H._ Nay, madam, if you have a mind to toss me in a blanket, half a dozen chambermaids would do better service. Come, come, madam; though the wine makes me lisp, yet it has taught me to speak plainer. By all the dust of my ancient progenitors, I must this night rest in your arms. _Ang._ Nay, then----who waits there? _Enter_ FOOTMEN. Take hold of that madman, and bind him. _Sir H._ Nay, then, Burgundy's the word; slaughter will ensue. Hold--Do you know, scoundrels, that I have been drinking victorious Burgundy? [_Draws._ _Servants._ We know you're drunk, sir. _Sir H._ Then how have you the impudence, rascals, to assault a gentleman with a couple of flasks of courage in his head? _Servants._ We must do as our young mistress commands us. _Sir H._ Nay, then, have among ye, dogs! [_Throws Money among them; they scramble and take it up: he pelting them out, shuts the Door, and returns._] Rascals, poltroons!--I have charmed the dragon, and now the fruit's my own. I have put the whole army to flight; and now I'll take the general prisoner. [_Laying hold on her._ _Ang._ I conjure you, sir, by the sacred name of Honour, by your dead father's name, and the fair reputation of your mother's chastity, that you offer not the least offence. Already you have wronged me past redress. _Sir H._ Thou art the most unaccountable creature----