Sir Char. By Heaven, she’s fond of him. [Aside.
Wild. Oh, Mrs. Closet! is it you?—Madam, your Servant: By this Disdain, I fear your Woman, Madam, has mistaken her Man. Wou’d your Ladyship speak with me?
L. Gal. Yes.—But what? the God of Love instruct me. [Aside.
Wild. Command me quickly, Madam; for I have business.
L. Gal. Nay, then I cannot be discreet in Love. [Aside.
—Your business once was Love, nor had no idle hours
To throw away on any other thought;
You lov’d, as if you had no other Faculties,
As if you’d meant to gain eternal Bliss,
By that Devotion only: And see how now you’re chang’d.
Wild. Not I, by Heaven; ‘tis you are only chang’d.
I thought you’d lov’d me too, curse on the dull mistake!
But when I beg’d to reap the mighty Joy
That mutual Love affords,
You turn’d me off from Honour,
That Nothing, fram’d by some old sullen Maid,
That wanted Charms to kindle Flames when young.
Sir Anth. By George, he’s i’th’ right. [Aside.
Sir Char. Death! can she hear this Language? [Aside.
L. Gal. How dare you name this to me any more?
Have you forgot my Fortune, and my Youth,
My Quality, and Fame?
Wild. No, by Heaven, all these increase my Flame.