Mr. Prais. Wou'd we cou'd hear it, Madam, I am preparing to clap.
Fas. What's this thou hast given me? There's more than Necromantick Charms in every bewitching Line, my trembling Nerves are in their Infancy; I am cold as Ice!
Mar. Ay, ay, Love comes just like an Ague Fit.
Fas. What alteration here? Now I am all on Fire! Alcides Shirt sticks close; Fire, incestious Fire, I blaze! I burn! I Rost! I Fry! Fire! Fire! [Exit.
Betty. And my Lady will bring Water, Water, ha, ha, ha.
Mar. Laugh heartily, Mrs. Betty, go off Laughing.
Betty. Ha, ha, ha! [Exit.
Mar. So, Mr. Praiseall, here's a difficult matter brought about with much ease.
Prais. Yes, Faith Madam, so there is; the young Gentleman made no great Scruple to fall in Love with his Mother-in-Law.
Mar. O fie, Mr. Praiseall, 'twas the Struglings of his Virtue put him in such a Passion.