The Duke's Theatre is waiting for you." In all Gay's letters there was not a word about Lancelot Vane.

Lavinia would like to have known the fate of his play and the next instant was angry with herself for still feeling an interest in her faithless swain.
"Let him waste himself on Sally Salisbury if he likes," she cried scornfully.

"He's nothing to me." Gay's assertion that Rich's theatre in Lincoln's Inn Fields waited for her was soon verified.

One of Rich's staff waited upon her when Huddy's company was playing at Woolwich, and she went off with him in high spirits and amid much growling from Huddy.

Rich was pleased to express his approval of her appearance.
"I'll put on a play for you and that'll tell me if you knows your business," grunted the ungrammatical Rich.
The play was a poor thing--"The Wits," one of D'Avenant's comedies.