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ENTER Lady Easy

Sir Char. My dear, how do you do? You are dress’d very early today, are you going out?

L. Easy. Only to church, my dear.

Sir Char. Is it so late then?

L. Easy. The bell has just rung.

Sir Char. Well, child, how does the Windsor air agree with you? Do you find yourself any better yet? Or have you a mind to go to London again?

L. Easy. No, indeed, my dear; the air’s so very pleasant, that if it were a place of less company, I could be content to end my days here.

Sir Char. Prithee, my dear, what sort of company would most please you?

L. Easy. When business would permit it, yours; and in your absence, a sincere friend, that were truly happy in an honest husband, to sit a cheerful hour, and talk in mutual praise of our condition.

Sir Char. Are you really very happy, my