The Way of the World: Scene XVII.
Scene XVII.
[To them] MINCING.
MINCING
Mem, I come to acquaint your laship that dinner is impatient.
SIR WILFULL WITWOUD
Impatient? Why, then, belike it won't stay till I pull
off my boots. Sweetheart, can you help me to a pair of slippers?
My man's with his horses, I warrant.
LADY WISHFORT
Fie, fie, nephew, you would not pull off your boots here? Go
down into the hall:- dinner shall stay for you. My nephew's a
little unbred: you'll pardon him, madam. Gentlemen, will you walk?
Marwood?
MRS. MARWOOD
I'll follow you, madam,--before Sir Wilfull is ready.