The Heathenish Heroicks? ah, defend me!
Lov. Nay—by all that’s—
L. Lam. Ah, hold! Do not profane my Ears with Oaths or [Execrations], I cannot bear the Sound.
Lov. Nay, nay—by Heav’n I’ll not depart your Lodgings, till that soft Love that plays so in your Eyes give me a better Proof—by—
L. Lam. Oh hold, I die, if you proceed in this Abomination.
Lov. Why do you force me to’t? d’ye think to put me off with such a Face—such Lips—such Smiles—such Eyes, and every Charm—You’ve made me mad, and I shall swear my Soul away, if disappointed now.
Gil. Ah, save the Gentleman’s Soul, I beseech ye, Madam.
L. Lam. I’m much inclin’d to Acts of Piety—And you have such a Power, that howe’er I incommode my Honour— [Leaning on him, smiling. He goes to lead her out, Enter La. Desbro.
—Desbro here! How unseasonably she comes?
L. Des. [Cry mercy, Madam], I’ll withdraw a while.