Dia. And do you expect I shou’d be honest the while?
Bea. Heaven forbid, not I, I have not met with that Wonder in all my Travels.
L. Ful. How, Sir, not an honest Woman?
Bea. Except my Lady Aunt—Nay, as I am a Gentleman and the first of my Family—you shall pardon me, here—cuff me, cuff me soundly. [Kneels to her.
Enter Gayman richly drest.
Gay. This Love’s a damn’d bewitching thing—Now though I should lose my Assignation with my Devil, I cannot hold from seeing Julia to night: hah—there, and with a Fop at her Feet.—Oh Vanity of Woman! [Softly pulls her.
L. Ful. Oh, Sir, you’re welcome from Northamptonshire.
Gay. Hum—surely she knows the Cheat. [Aside.
L. Ful. You are so gay, you save me, Sir, the labour of asking if your
Uncle be alive.
Gay. Pray Heaven she have not found my Circumstances!
But if she have, Confidence must assist me— [Aside.
—And, Madam, you’re too gay for me to inquire
Whether you are that Julia which I left you?