down by a covetous Parent for a purchase I need no Land no I 'le lay my self out all in love It is decreed Enter Y. Bellair Y. Bell. What generous Resolution are you making Madam Har. Only to be disobedient Sir Y. Bell. Let me join hands with you in that Har. With all my heart I never thought I should have given You mine so willingly Here I Harriet Y. Bell. And I Harry Har. Do solemnly protest Y. Bell. And vow Har. That I with you Y. Bell. And I with you Both. Will never marry Har. A match Y. Bell. And no match How do you like this indifference now Har. You expect I should take it ill I see Y. Bell. 'T is not unnatural for you Women to be a little Angry you miss a Conquest though you wou'd slight the Poor man were he in your power Har. There are some it may be have an Eye like Bart'lomew Big enough for the whole Fair but I am not of the Number and you may keep your Ginger-bread 'T will be more acceptable to the Lady Whose dear Image it wears Sir Y. Bell. I must confess Madam you came a day after the Fair. Har. You own then you are in love Y. Bell. I do Har. The confidence is generous and in return I could almost Find in my heart to let you know my inclinations Y. Bell. Are you in Love Har. Yes with this dear Town to that Degree I can scarce indure The Country in Landskapes and in Hangings Y. Bell. What a dreadful thing 't would be To be hurry'd back to Hampshire Har. Ah name it not Y. Bell. As for us I find we shall agree well enough wou'd We cou'd do something to deceive the grave people Har. Could we delay their quick proceeding 't were well A reprieve is a good step towards the getting of a pardon Y. Bell. If we give over the Game we are undone What think you of playing it on booty Har. What do you mean Y. Bell. Pretend to be in love with one another 't will make Some dilatory excuses we may feign pass the better Har. Let us do 't if it be but for the dear Pleasure of dissembling Y. Bell. Can you play your part Har. I know not what it is to love but I have made Pretty remarks by being now and then where Lovers meet Where did you leave their Gravities Y. Bell. I' th' next Room your Mother was Censuring our modern Gallant Enter Old Bellair and Lady Woodvil Har. Peace Here they come I will lean against this Wall And look bashfully down upon my Fan while You like an Amorous spark modishly entertain me L. Woodv Never go about to excuse 'em come come It was not so when I was a young Woman O. Bell. A Dod they 're something disrespectful L. Wood. Quality was then consider'd And not rally'd by every fleering Fellow O. Bell. Youth will have it's Jest a Dod it will L. Wood. 'T is good breeding now to be civil to none but Players and Exchange Women they are treated by 'em as much Above their Condition as others are below theirs O. Bell. Out a pise on 'em talk no more the Rogues ha' got an ill habit of preferring Beauty No matter where they find it L. Wood. See your Son and my Daughter they have Improv'd their acquaintance since they were within O. Bell. A Dod methinks they have Let 's keep back and observe Y. Bell. Now for a look and gestures that may perswade 'em I am saying all the passionate things imaginable Har. Your Head a little more on one side ease your self On your left Leg and play with your right hand Y. Bell. Thus is it not Har. Now set your right leg firm on the ground adjust Your Belt then look about you Y. Bell. A little exercising will make me perfect Har. Smile and turn to me again very sparkish Y. Bell. Will you take your turn and be instructed Har. With all my heart Y. Bell. At one motion play your Fan roul your Eyes And then settle a kind look upon me Har. So. Y. Bell. Now spread your Fan look down upon it And tell the Sticks with a Finger Har. Very Modish Y. Bell. Clap your hand up to your bosom Hold down your Gown Shrug a little draw up your Breasts and let 'em fall Again gently with a sigh or two c. Har. By the good instructions you give I suspect you for one Of those malitious Observers who watch peoples Eyes And from innocent looks make scandalous conclusions Y. Bell. I know some indeed who out of meer love To mischief are as vigilant as Jealousy it self And will give you an account of every Glance That passes at a Play and i' th' Circle Har. 'T will not be amiss now to seem a little pleasant Y. Ball. Clap your Fan then in both your hands snatch it To your Mouth smile and with a lively motion fling your Body a little forwards So now spread it fall back on The sudden Cover your Face with it and break out Into a loud Laughter take up look Grave and fall a fanning of your self Admirably well acted Har. I think I am pretty apt at these matters O. Bell. A Dod I like this well L. Wood. This promises something O. Bell. Come there is Love i' th' case a dod there is Or will be what say you young Lady Har. All in good time Sir you expect we should fall to And Love as game-Cocks fight as soon as we are set Together a Dod y' are unreasonable O. Bell. A Dod sirrah I like thy wit well Enter a Servant Servant The Coach is at the Door Madam O. Bell. Go get you and take the Air together L. Wood. Will not you go with us O. Bell. Out a pize A Dod I ha' business and cannot We shall meet at night at my Sister Townleys Y. Bell. He 's going to Emilia Aside I overheard him talk of a Collation Exeunt SCENE II. Enter L. Townley Emilia and Mr. Medley L. Town I pitty the young lovers we last talk'd of Though to say truth their conduct has been so indiscreet They deserve to be unfortunate Medley Y' have had an exact account from the great Lady I' th' Box down to the little Orange wench Emil. Y' are a living Libel a breathing Lampoon I Wonder you are not torn in pieces Med. What think you of setting up an Office of Intelligence For these matters the project may get Money L. Tow. You would have great dealings with country Ladies Med. More than Muddiman has Enter Bellinda With their husbands L. Town Bellinda what has been become of you we Have not seen you here of late With your friend Mrs Lovit Bellin Dear creature I left her but now so sadly afflicted L. Town With her old distemper Jealousy Med. Dorimant has plaid her some new prank Bell. Well that Dorimant is certainly the worst Man breathing Emil. I once thought so Bell. And do you not think so still Emil. No indeed
Amorous Fops That know you and your fame will be immortal Bell. I cou'd find in my heart to resolve not to marry at all Dor. Fie fie that would spoil a good jeast and disappoint The well-natur'd Town of an occasion of laughing at you Bell. The storm I have so long expected hangs Ore my head and begins to pour down upon me I am on the Rack and can have no rest till I 'm Satisfyed in what I fear where do you dine Dor. At Longs or Lockets Med. At Longs let it be Bell. I 'le run and see Emilia and inform my self How matters stand if my misfortunes are not So great as to make me unfit for Company I 'le be with you Exit Bellair Enter a Footman with a Letter Footm. Here 's a Letter Sir To Dorimant Dor. The Superscription 's right For Mr. Dorimant Med. Let 's see the very scrawl and spelling of a True bred Whore Dor. I know the hand the stile is admirable I assure you Med. Prethee read it Dor. Reads I told a you you dud not love me if you dud You wou'd have seen me again e're now I Have no money and am very Mallicolly Pray send me a Guynie to see the Operies Your Servant to Command Molly Med. Pray let the Whore have a favourable Answer that she may spark it in a Box And do honour to her profession Dor. She shall and perk up i' the face of quality Is the Coach at Door Hand You did not bid me send for it Dor. Eternal Blockhead Handy offers to go Hay Sot Hand Did you call me Sir Dor. I hope you have no just exception to the name Sir Hand I have sense Sir Dor. Not so much as a Fly in Winter How did you come Medly Med. In a Chair Footm. You may have a Hackney Coach if you please Sir Dor. I may ride the Elephant if I please Sir Call another Chair and let my Coach follow to Longs Be calm ye great Parents c. Ex. Singing ACT II. SCENE I. Enter my Lady Townly and Emilia Lady Townly I Was afraid Emilia all had been discover'd Emil. I tremble with the Apprehension still Town That my Brother should take Lodgings i' the Very House where you lie Emil. 'T was lucky we had timely notice to warn the People to be secret he seems to be a mighty good Humour'd old man Town He ever had a notable smerking way with him Emil. He calls me Rogue tells me he can't abide me And does so bepat me Town On my word you are much in his favour then Emil. He has been very inquisitive I am told about my Family my reputation and my Fortune Town I am confident he does not i' the least suspect You are the Woman his Son 's in Love with Emil. What shou'd make him then inform himself so Particularly of me Town He was always of a very Loving Temper himself It may be he has a doating Fit upon him who knows Emil. It cannot be Enter Young Bellair Town Here comes my Nephew Where did You leave your Father Y. Bell. Writing a Note within Emilia this early visit Looks as if some kind Jealousie wou'd not let you Rest at home Emil. The knowledge I have of my Rival Gives me a little cause to fear your Constancy Y. Bell. My Constancy I vow Emil. Do not vow Our love is frail as is our life and Full as little in our power and are you sure you shall Out-live this day Y. Bell. I am not but when we are in perfect health 't were An idle thing to fright our selves with the thoughts of Sudden death Town Pray what has pass'd between you and your Father I' the Garden Y. Bell. He 's firm in his resolution Tells me I must marry Mrs. Harriet Or swears hee 'l marry himself And disinherit me when I saw I could not Prevail with him to be more indulgent I dissembled An Obedience to his Will which has compos'd his passion And will give us time and I hope opportunity to Deceive him Enter Old Bellair with a Note in his hand Town Peace here he comes Old Bell. Harry take this and let your man carry it for me To Mr. Fourbes Chamber my Lawyer i' the Temple Neighbour a Dod I am glad to see thee here To Emilia Make much of her Sister she 's one Of the best of your acquaintance I like her Countenance and her behaviour well she has A Modesty that is not Common i'th is Age a Dod She has Town I know her value Brother and esteem her accordingly Old Bell. Advise her to wear a little more mirth in her Face a Dod she 's too serious Town The fault is very excusable in a young Woman Old Bell. Nay a Dod I like her ne're the worse a Melancholy Beauty has her Charms I Love a pretty sadness in a Face which varies Now and Then like changeable Colours into a smile Town Methinks you speak very feelingly Brother Old Bell. I am but Five and Fifty Sister you know an Age not altogether unsensible chear up sweet To Emilia Heart I have a secret to tell thee may Chance to make thee merry we three will make Collation together anon i' the mean time Mum I can't abide you go I can't Abide you Harry Come you Enter Young Bellair Must along with me to my Lady Woodvills I am going to slip the Boy at a Mistress Y. Bell. At a Wife Sir you wou'd say Old Bell. You need not look so glum Sir a Wife is no Curse when she brings the blessing Of a good Estate with her but an idle Town Flurt with a painted Face a rotten Reputation And a crasie Fortune a Dod is the Devil and all And such a one I hear you are in League with Y. Bell. I cannot help detraction Sir Old Bell. Out a pise o' their Breeches there are Keeping Fools enough for such flaunting Baggages and they are e'ne too good for ' em Remember Night go y' are a Rogue y' are a To Emilia Rogue fare you well fare you well come come Come along Sir Ex. Old and Y. Bellair Town On my Word the old man comes on apace I 'le lay my life he 's smitten Emilia This is nothing but the pleasantness of his humour Town I know him better than you let it work It may prove lucky Enter a Page Page Madam Mr. Medley has sent to know Whether a Visit will not be Troublesome This Afternoon Town Send him word his visits never are so Emilia He 's a very pleasant man Town He 's a very necessary man among us Women He 's not scandalous i' the least perpetually Contriving to bring good Company together And always ready to stop up a gap at Ombre Then he knows all the little news o' the Town Emilia I love to hear him talk o' the Intrigues Let 'em be never so dull in themselves he 'l Make 'em pleasant i' the relation Town But he improves things so much one can take no
made 'em when I was in love Loveit And therefore ought they not to bind Oh Impious Dor. What we swear at such a time may be a certain proof Of a present passion but to say truth in Love there is No security to be given for the future Loveit Horrid and ingrateful begone And never see me more Dor. I am not one of those troublesome Coxcombs who Because they were once well receiv'd take the Priviledge to plague a Woman with their Love ever After I shall obey you Madam though I do my Self some violence He offers to go and Loveit pulls him back Loveit Come back you sha' not go Cou'd you have the ill nature to offer it Dor. When love grows diseas'd the best thing we can do Is to put it to a Violent Death I cannot Endure the torture of a lingring and Consumptive passion Loveit Can you think mine sickly Dor. Oh 't is desperately Ill what worse symptomes Are there than your being always uneasie when I visit you your picking quarrels with me on Slight occasions and in my absence kindly listning To the impertinences of every fashionable Fool That talks to you Loveit What fashionable Fool can you lay to my charge Dor. Why the very Cock-fool of all those Fools Sir Fopling Flutter Loveit I never saw him in my life but once Dor. The worse Woman you at first sight to put on All your charms to entertain him with that softness In your voice and all that wanton kindness in your Eyes you so notoriously affect when you design A Conquest Loveit So damn'd a lie did never malice yet invent Who told you this Dor. No matter that ever I shou'd love a Woman that Can doat on a senceless Caper a Tawdry French Riband and a Formal Cravat Loveit You make me mad Dor. A guilty Conscience may do much Go on be the Game-Mistress o' the Town and Enter all our young Fops as fast as they come From travail Loveit Base and Scurrilous Dor. A fine mortifying reputation 't will be for a Woman of your Pride Wit and Quality Loveit This Jealousy's a meer pretence a cursed trick Of your own devising I know you Dor. Believe it and all the ill of me you can I wou'd Not have a Woman have the least good thought Of me that can think well of Fopling farewel Fall too and much good may do you with your Coxcomb Loveit Stay oh stay and I will tell you all Dor. I have been told too much already Ex. Dorimant Loveit Call him again Pert. E'ne let him go a fair riddance Loveit Run I say call him again I will have him call'd Pert. The Devil shou'd carry him away first Were it my concern Ex. Pert. Bell. H 'as frighted me from the very thoughts of Loving men for Heav'ns sake my dear Do not discover what I told you I dread his tongue As much as you ought to have done his Friendship Pert. He 's gone Madam Enter Pert. Loveit Lightning blast him Pert. When I told him you desired him to come back He smil'd made a mouth at me flung into his Coach and said Loveit What did he say Pert. Drive away and then repeated Verses Loveit Wou'd I had made a Contract to be a Witch When first I entertain'd this greater Devil Monster Barbarian I could tear my self in pieces Revenge nothing but Revenge can ease me Plague War Famine Fire all that can bring universal ruin And misery on mankind with Joy I 'd perish to Have you in my power but this moment Ex. Loveit Pert. Follow Madam leave her not in this outragious passion Pert gathers up the things Bell. H 'as given me the proof which I desired of His love but 't is a proof of his ill nature too I wish I had not seen him use her so I sigh to think that Dorimant may be One day as faithless and unkind to me Exeunt ACT III. SCENE Lady Woodvils Lodgings Enter Harriet and Busy her Woman Busy DEar Madam Let me set that Curl in order Har. Let me alone I will shake 'em all out of order Busy Will you never leave this Wildness Har. Torment me not Busy Look there 's a Knot falling off Har. Let it drop Busy But one pin dear Madam Har. How do I daily suffer under thy Officious Fingers Busy Ah the difference that is between You and my Lady Dapper how uneasy she is If the least thing be amiss about her Har. She is indeed most exact nothing is ever wanting To make her ugliness remarkable Busy Jeering people say so Har. Her powdering painting and her patching never fail in Publick to draw the tongues and Eyes of all the men upon her Busy She is indeed a little too pretending Har. That Women should set up for beauty as much in spite Of nature as some men have done for Wit Busy I hope without offence one may endeavour To make ones self agreeable Har. Not when 't is impossible Women then Ought to be no more fond of dressing than Fools Should be of talking Hoods and Modesty Masques and Silence things that shaddow and conceal They should think of nothing else Busy Jesu Madam what will your Mother think is Become of you for Heav'ns sake go in again Har. I won't Busy This is the Extravagant'st thing that ever You did in your life to leave her and a Gentleman Who is to be your Husband Har. My Husband Hast thou so little wit to think I spoke what I meant When I over-joy'd her in the Country with a low Courtsy And what you please Madam I shall ever be obedient Busy Nay I know not you have so many fetches Har. And this was one to get her up to London Nothing else I assure thee Busy Well the man in my mind is a fine man Har. The man indeed wears his Cloaths fashionably and Has a pretty negligent way with him very Courtly And much affected he bows and talks and smiles So agreeably as he thinks Busy I never saw any thing so gentile Har. Varnish'd over with good breeding many a Blockhead makes a tolerable show Busy I wonder you do not like him Har. I think I might be brought to endure him and that is All a reasonable Woman should expect in a Husband but There is duty i' the case and like the haughty Merab I Find much aversion in my stubborn mind Is bred by-being promis'd and design'd Busy I wish you do not design your own ruine I partly Guess your inclinations Madam that Mr. Dorimant Har. Leave your prating and sing some foolish Song or other Busy I will the Song you love so well ever since you saw Mr. Dorimant SONG When first Amintas charm'd my heart My heedless Sheep began to stray The Wolves soon stole the greatest part And all will now be made a prey Ah let not love your thoughts possess 'T is fatal to a Shepherdess The dang'rous passion you must shun Or else like me be quite undone Har. Shall I be paid
so What made You hale me to this odious place Bellinda Bell. I hate to be hulch'd up in a Coach Walking is much better Loveit Would we could meet Sir Fopling now Bell. Lord would you not avoid him Loveit I would make him all the advances that may be Bell. That would confirm Dorimants suspicion my Dear Loveit He is not jealous but I will make him so and be Reveng'd a way he little thinks on Bellin aside If she should make him jealous that may make Him fond of her again I must disswade her from it Lord My Dear this will certainly make him hate you Loveit 'T will make him uneasie though he does not care For me I know the effects of jealousie on men of his Proud temper Bell. 'T is a fantastick remedy its operations are Dangerous and uncertain Loveit 'T is the stongest Cordial we can give to dying Love It often brings it back when there 's no sign of life remaining But I design not so much the reviving his as my revenge Enter Sir Fopling and his Equipage Sir Fop. Hey bid the Coach-man send home four of his Horses and bring the Coach to White-Hall I 'le walk Over the Park Madam the honour of kissing your Fair hands is a happiness I miss'd this afternoon at my Lady Townleys Loveit You were very obliging Sir Fopling the last Time I saw you there Sir Fop. The presence was due to your wit and beauty Madam your Servant there never was so sweet an Evening Bell. 'Thas drawn all the rabble of the Town hither Sir Fop. 'T is pity there 's not an order made that none but The Beau Monde should walk here Loveit 'T would add much to the beauty of the place See what a sort of nasty Fellows are coming Enter four ill-fashion'd Fellows singing 'T is not for kisses alone c. Loveit Fo Their Perriwigs are scented with Tobacco so strong Sir Fop. It overcomes our pulvilio Methinks I smell the Coffee-house they come from 1 Man Dorimant's convenient Madam Loveit 2 Man I like the oylie Buttock with her 3 Man What spruce prig is that 1 Man A Caravan lately come from Paris 2 Man Peace they smoak There 's something else to be done c. All of them Coughing Ex. Singing Enter Dorimant and Medley Dor. They 're ingag'd Med. She entertains him as if she lik'd him Dor. Let us go forward seem earnest in discourse and Shew our selves Then you shall see how she 'l use him Bell. Yonder 's Dorimant my Dear Loveit I see him he comes insulting but I will disappoint Him in his expectation Aside To Sir Fopling I like this pretty nice humour of yours Sir Fopling With what a loathing eye he look'd upon Those Fellows Sir Fop. I sat near one of 'em at a Play to day and was almost Poison'd with a pair of Cordivant Gloves he wears Loveit Oh! filthy Cordivant How I hate the smell Laughs in a loud affected way Sir Fop. Did you observe Madam how their Crevats Hung loose an inch from their Neck and what A frightful Air it gave ' em Loveit Oh I took particular notice of one that is alwaies Spruc'd up with a deal of dirty Sky-colour'd Ribband Bell. That 's one of the walking Flajolets who Haunt the Mail o'nights Loveit Oh! I remember him H' has a hollow Tooth Enough to spoil the sweetness of an Evening Sir Fop. I have seen the tallest walk the streets With a dainty pair of Boxes neatly buckl'd on Loveit And a little Footboy at his Heels Pocket-high With a Flat-cap a durty Face Sir Fop. And a Snotty Nose Loveit Oh odious there 's many of my own sex with That Holborn Equipage trigg to Grey's Inn-Walks And now and then Travail hither on a Sunday Med. She takes no notice of you Dor. Damn her I am jealous of a Counter-plot Loveit Your Liveries are the finest Sir Fopling Oh that Page that Page is the prettily'st drest They are all Frenchmen Sir Fop. There 's one damn'd English blockhead Among 'em you may know him by his Meine Loveit Oh! that 's he that 's he what do you call him Sir Fop. Hey I know not what to call him Loveit What 's your name Footm. Iohn Trott Madam Sir Fop. O unsufferable Trott Trott Trott there 's Nothing so barbarous as the names of our English Servants What Countryman are you Sirrah Footm. Hampshire Sir Sir Fop. Then Hampshire be your name Hey Hampshire Loveit O That sound that sound becomes the Mouth of a man of Quality Med. Dorimant you look a little bashful on the matter Dor. She dissembles better than I thought She could have done Med. You have tempted her with too luscious a bait She bites at the Coxcomb Dor. She cannot fall from loving me to that Med. You begin to be jealous in earnest Dor. Of one I do not love Med. You did love her Dor. The fit has long been over Med. But I have known men fall into dangerous relapses When they have found a Woman inclining to another Dor. He guesses the secret of my Heart I am concern'd But dare not show it lest Bellinda should mistrust all I Have done to gain her to himself Bell. Aside I have watch'd his look and find no Alteration there Did he love her some signs of Jealousy would have appear'd Dor. I hope this happy Evening Madam has Reconcil'd you to the Scandalous Mail we Shall have you now hankering here agen Loveit Sir Fopling will you walk Sir Fop. I am all obedience Madam Loveit Come along then and let 's agree to be Malitious on all the ill fashion'd things we meet Sir Fop. Wee 'l make a Critick on the Whole Mail Madam Loveit Bellinda you shall engage Bell. To the reserve of our friends my Dear Lov. No! No! Exceptions Sir Fop. Wee 'l sacrifice all to our diversion Loveit All all Sir Fop. All. Bell. All Then let it be Ex. Sir Fopling Loveit Bellinda and Pert. laughing Med. Would you had brought some more of your Friends Dorimant to have been Witnesses of Sir Foplings disgrace and your Triumph Dor. 'T were unreasonable to desire you not to Laugh at me but pray do not expose me To the Town this day or two Med. By that time you hope to have regain'd your Credit Dor. I know she hates Fopling and only makes use of Him in hope to work me on agen had it not been For some powerful Considerations which will be Remov'd to morrow morning I had made her pluck off This mask and shew the passion that lyes Panting under Enter a Footman Med. Here comes a man from Bellair with news of Your last adventure Dor. I am glad he sent him I long to know The consequence of our parting Footm. Sir my Master desires you to come to my Lady Townleys presently and bring Mr. Medley with you My Lady Woodvill and her Daughter are there Med. Then all 's well Dorimant Footm. They have sent for the Fiddles and Mean to Dance He
pretty voice sing it Y. Bell. Sing it your self Sir Fopling Sir Fop. Excuse me Y. Bell. You learnt to sing in Paris Sir Fop. I did of Lambert the greatest master In the world but I have his own fault a weak voice And care not to sing out of a ruél Dor. A ruél is a pretty Cage for a singing Fop indeed Y. Bellair reads the Song How Charming Phillis is how fair Ah that she were as willing To ease my wounded heart of Care And make her Eyes less killing I sigh I sigh I languish now And Love will not let me rest I drive about the Park and bow Still as I meet my dearest Sir Fop. Sing it sing it man it goes to a pretty new Tune which I am confident was made by Baptist. Med. Sing it your self Sir Fopling he does not know the Tune Sir Fop. I 'll venture Sir Fopling sings Dor. Ay marry now 't is something I shall not Flatter you Sir Fopling there is not much thought in 't But 't is passionate and well turn'd Med. After the French way Sir Fop. That I aim'd at does it not give You a lively image of the thing Slap down goes the Glass and thus we are at it Dor. It does indeed I perceive Sir Fopling You 'l be the very head of the Sparks who are lucky In Compositions of this nature Enter Sir Foplings Footman Sir Fop. La Tower is the Bath ready Footm. Yes Sir Sir Fop. Adieu don Mes cheres Ex. Sir Fopling Med. When have you your revenge on Loveit Dorimant Dor. I will but change my Linnen and about it Med. The powerful considerations which hinder'd Have bin remov'd then Dor. Most luckily this morning you must along With me my reputation lyes at stake there Med. I am engag'd to Bellair Dor. What 's your business Med. Ma-tri-mony an 't like you Dor. It does not Sir Y. Bell. It may in time Dorimant what Think you of Mrs. Harriet Dor. What does she think of me Y. Bell. I am confident she loves you Dor. How does it appear Y. Bell. Why she 's never well but when she 's talking Of you but then she finds all the faulâ—s in you she can She laughs at all who commend you but Then she speaks ill of all who do not Dor. Women of her temper betray themselves by Their over cunning I had once a growing love with a Lady who would always quarrel with me when I came to see her and yet was never quiet if I stay'd a day from her Y. Bell. My Father is in love with Emilia Dor. That is a good warrant for your proceedings Go on and prosper I must to Loveit Medley I am sorry you cannot be a witness Med. Make her meet Sir Fopling again in the same place And use him ill before me Dor. That may be brought about I think I 'll be at your Aunts anon and give you Joy Mr. Bellair Y. Bell. You had not best think of Mrs. Harriet too much Without Church security there 's no taking up there Dor. I may fall into the Snare too But The wise will find a difference in our Fate You wed a Woman I a good Estate Exeunt SCENE III. Enter the Chair with Bellinda the men set it down and open it Bellinda starting Bellinda surpriz'd Lord where am I in the Mail Whither have you brought me 1 Chairm You gave us no directions Madam Bell. The fright I was in made me forget it Aside 1 Chairm We use to carry a Lady from the Squires hither Bell. This is Loveit I am undone if she sees me Aside Quickly carry me away 1 Chairm Whither an 't like your honour Bell. Ask no questions Enter Loveits Footman Footm. Have you seen my Lady Madam Bell. I am just come to wait upon her Footm. She will be glad to see you Madam She sent me to you this morning to desire your Company And I was told you went out by five a Clock Bell. More and more unlucky Aside Footm. Will you walk in Madam Bell. I 'll discharge my Chair and follow Ex. Footm. Tell your Mrs. I am here Gives the Chairmen Money Take this and if ever you should be examin'd be sure you Say you took me up in the Strand over against the Exchange as you will answer it to Mr. Dorimant Chairmen We will an 't like your Honour Ex. Chairmen Bell. Now to come off I must on In Confidence and lies some hope is left T were hard to be found out in the first theft Exit ACT V. Enter Mistris Loveit and Pert her Woman Pert. WELL in my eyes Sir Fopling is no such Despicable person Lov. You are an excellent Judge Pert. He 's as handsom a man as Mr. Dorimant And as great a Gallant Lov. Intolerable is' t not enough I submit to his Impertinences but must I be plagu'd with yours too Pert. Indeed Madam Lov. 'T is false mercenary malice Enter her footman Footm. Mrs. Bellinda Madam Lov. What of her Footm. She 's below Lov. How came she Footm. In a Chair ambling Harry brought her Lov. He bring her His Chair stands near Dorimants Door and always brings me from thence run and Ask him where he took her up go there is no truth In friendship neither Women as well as men All are false or all are so to me at least Pert. You are jealous of her too Lov. You had best tell her I am 'T will become the Liberty you take of late This fellows bringing of her Her going out by five a Clock I know not what to think Enter Bellinda Bellinda you are grown an early Riser I hear Bell. Do you not wonder my Dear What made me abroad so soon Lov. You do not use to be so Bell. The Country Gentlewomen I told you of Lord They have the oddest diversions would never Let me rest till I promis'd to go with them To the Markets this morning to eat Fruit and buy Nosegays Lov. Are they so fond of a filthy Nosegay Bell. They complain of the stinks of the Town and are Never well but when they have their noses in one Lov. There are Essences and sweet waters Bell. O they cry out upon perfumes they are Unwholsome one of 'em was falling into a fit With the smell of these narolii Lov. Methinks in Complaisance You shou'd have had a Nosegay too Bell. Do you think my Dear I could be so loathsome To trick my self up with Carnations and stock Gilly flowers I begg'd their pardon and Told them I never wore any thing but Orange Flowers and Tuberose That which made me Willing to go was a strange desire I had To eat some fresh Nectaren's Lov. And had you any Bell. The best I ever tasted Lov. Whence came you now Bell. From their Lodgings where I crowded out of a Coach and took a Chair to come and see you my Dear Lov. Whither did you send for that Chair Bell. 'T was going by empty Lov. Where do these country Gentlewomen Lodge