La. Lov. Mine! Forever mine! [Exit.
Betty. But you must ask me leave first; yes, I will assist her, for she is nobly generous, and pays for Pleasure, as dear as a Chambermaids Avarice requires! Then, my old Master, why, I fear not him, he is an old Book-worm, never out of his Study; and whilst he finds out a way to the Moon, my Lady and I'll tread another beaten Road much pleasanter: My next Task must be to tempt Fasting, with my Lady's Beauty, this Isabella.——
Enter Amourous the Steward.
Am. Did I not hear the Name of Isabella? Isabella, Charming as Venus rising from the Sea, or Diana descening on Latmus Top too like Diana much I fear; Oh Isabella! Where art thou! I loose my way in Tears, and cannot find my Feet. [Exit.
Mar. D'ye mark! This was Mr. Amorous the Steward, and he was transported, he never saw Betty. Look Betty's surpris'd again.
Mr. Prais. 'Tis amazingly fine!
Betty. What's this I have heard? It makes for us; Mischief and Scandal are a Feast for them who have past the Line of Shame: Amorous has a Wife, and Isabella Faustins, work on together, work, work, on together work.
Mar. Now make haste off, Mrs. Betty, as if you were so full of Thought, you did not know what you did. Gentlemen and Ladies, how d'ye like the first Scene?
[Exit Betty.
Mr. Prais. If your Ladyship swore, you might justly use Ben Johnson's Expressions; By Gad 'tis Good!