Scene VII

Careless, Sir Paul, Lady Plyant, Boy with a letter.

LADY PLYANT. How often have you been told of that, you jackanapes?

SIR PAUL. Gad so, gad’s-bud. Tim, carry it to my lady, you should have carried it to my lady first.

BOY. ’Tis directed to your worship.

SIR PAUL. Well, well, my lady reads all letters first. Child, do so no more; d’ye hear, Tim.

BOY. No, and please you.