Chapter 42

LÆTITIA, SIR JOSEPH.

SIR JO. Agad, it’s a curious, fine, pretty rogue; I’ll speak to her.—Pray, Madam, what news d’ye hear?

LÆT. Sir, I seldom stir abroad. [_Walks about in disorder_.]

SIR JO. I wonder at that, Madam, for ’tis most curious fine weather.

LÆT. Methinks ’t has been very ill weather.

SIR JO. As you say, madam, ’tis pretty bad weather, and has been so a great while.