The happy Night’s our own— [To Loveless.
Enter Gill. Loveless.
Lov. Excellent Creature, how I do adore thee!
L. Lam. But you, perhaps, are satisfied already—
Lov. Never; shou’dst thou be kind to all Eternity. Thou hast one Virtue more, I pay thee Homage for; I heard from the Alcove how great a Mistress thou art in the dear Mystery of Jilting.
L. Lam. That’s the first Lesson Women learn in Conventicles, Religion teaches those Maxims to our Sex: by this
Kings are deposed, and Commonwealths are rul’d;
By Jilting all the Universe is fool’d. [Exeunt.