The Way of the World: Scene XIII.
Scene XIII.
[To them] FOIBLE.
FOIBLE
Madam, the dancers are ready, and there's one with a letter,
who must deliver it into your own hands.
LADY WISHFORT
Sir Rowland, will you give me leave? Think favourably, judge
candidly, and conclude you have found a person who would suffer
racks in honour's cause, dear Sir Rowland, and will wait on you
incessantly.