Mars. Mrs. Wellfed, you know where to get good Wine; pray speak for some, then perhaps we shall keep Mr. Powell.
Mrs. Wellf. I'll take care of it, I warrant you.
Mars. I knew 'twas a pleasing Errand.
Enter Lady Loveall, and Betty Useful.
Mar. Come Child, speak handsomly, this Part will do you a Kindness.
Betty. Why do those Eyes, Loves Tapers, that on whomsoe'er they are fixt, kindle straight Desire, now seem to Nod, and Wink, and hardly Glimmer in their Sockets?
Mar. Mr. Praiseall, is not that Simile well carried on?
Mr. Prais. To an Extreamity of Thought, Madam, But I think 'tis stole. [Aside.
La. Lov. Art thou the Key to all my Secrets, privy to every rambling Wish, and canst not guess my Sorrows!
Betty. No! For what Lover have ye mist, honest Betty Useful has been the Contriver, Guide and close Concealer of your Pleasures: Amorous the Steward, you know, is yours; the Butler too bows beneath your Conquering Charms, and you have vow'd your Wishes in your own Family shou'd be confin'd, who then of Worth remains?