In a great hurry of spirits, she would have had me to go myself. Hardly
any pacifying her! The girl, God bless her! is wild with her own idle
apprehensions! What is she afraid of?
I curse them both for their delay. My tardy villain, how he stays!
Devil fetch them! let them send their coach, and we’ll go without them.
In her hearing I bid the fellow tell them so. Perhaps he stays to bring
the coach, if any thing happens to hinder the ladies from attending my
beloved this night.
Devil take them, again say I! They promised too they would not stay,
because it was but two nights ago that a chariot was robbed at the foot
of Hampstead-hill, which alarmed my fair-one when told of it!
Oh! here’s Lady Betty’s servant, with a billet.