Fop. Do, stay till the News arrives that he is married to her that had his Company to night, my Lady Galliard.
Char. Oh! Take heed lest you sin doubly, Sir.
Fop. By Heaven, ‘tis true, he past the Night with her.
Char. All night! what cou’d they find to do?
Mrs. Clack. A very proper Question; I’ll warrant you they were not idle, Madam.
Char. Oh, no; they lookt and lov’d and vow’d and lov’d, and swore eternal Friendship—Haste, haste, and lead me to the Church, the Altar; I’ll put it past my Power to love him more.
Fop. Oh, how you charm me! [Takes her by the Hand.
Char. Yet what art thou? a Stranger to my Heart. Wherefore, ah why, on what occasion shou’d I?
Mrs. Clack. Acquaintance, ‘tis enough, I know him, Madam, and I hope my Word will be taken for a greater matter in the City: In troth you’re beholden to the Gentleman for marrying you, your Reputation’s gone.
Char. How, am I not honest then?