L. Lam. No, that you may see how little I regard or fear him; leave us all— [Ex. all but Gill.
We’ll trust our Person in his Hands alone—
—Now, Sir—Your Bus’ness? [Smilingly approaches him.
Lav. Madam, I waited here by your Commands.
L. Lam. How shall I tell him that I love him, Gilliflower?
Gill. Easily, Madam, tell him so in plain English. Madam,’tis great; Women of your exalted height ever speak first; you have no Equals dare pretend to speak of Love to you.
L. Lam. Thou art i’th’ right—Do’st know my Quality, and thy own Poverty? And hast thou nothing to ask that I may grant?
Lav. Sure she loves me! and I, frail Flesh and Blood, Cannot resist her Charms; but she’s of the damn’d Party. [Aside.
L. Lam. Are all your Party, Sir, so proud?
Lov. But what have I to do with Religion! Is Beauty the worse, or a kind Wench to be refus’d for [Conventickling]? She lives high on the Spoils of a glorious Kingdom, and why may not I live upon the Sins of the Spoiler? [Aside.