Lam. Nor any living thing?
L. Lam. No Creature in the Room, thou silly Ideot, but Gilliflower and I—at our Devotion, praying to Heav’n for your Success to morrow—and am I thus rewarded?
[Weeps, Gill. weeps too.
Lam. My Soul, I cannot bear the Sight of Tears From these dear Charming Eyes.
L. Lam. No matter, Sir, the Committee shall right me.
Lam. Upon my Knees I ask thy Pardon, Dear; by all that’s good, I wou’d have sworn I’d felt something stir beneath me as I sat, which threw me over.
L. Lam. Only your Brains turn’d round with too much drinking and dancing, Exercises you are not us’d to—go sleep, and settle ’em, for I’ll not deign to Bed with you to night—retire, as e’er you hope to have my Aid in your Advancement to the Crown.
Lam. I’m gone—and once more pardon my Mistake. [Bows, and goes out. Ex. Gill.
L. Lam. —So, this fighting Fool, so worshipp’d by the Rabble,
How meanly can a Woman make him sneak?—