And quickly too, ye had better, for I see Young Mistress Margaret coming this way.
[_Exeunt all but_ SANDFORD _Enter_ MARGARET, _as in a fright, pursued by a Gentleman, who, seeing_ SANDFORD, _retires muttering a curse_.
_Sand_.

Good-morrow to my fair mistress.

'Twas a chance I saw you, lady, so intent was I On chiding hence these graceless serving-men, Who cannot break their fast at morning meals Without debauch and mistimed riotings.
This house hath been a scene of nothing else But atheist riot and profane excess, Since my old master quitted all his rights here.
_Marg_.

Each day I endure fresh insult from the scorn Of Woodvil's friends, the uncivil jests And free discourses of the dissolute men That haunt this mansion, making me their mirth.
_Sand_.

Does my young master know of these affronts?
_Marg_.