Friend. You speak more Truth than you are aware of. [Aside.] Well, Sir, I’ll bring you to my Sister; and if she likes you, as well as My Father does, she’s yours; otherwise, I have so much Tenderness for her, as to leave her Choice free.
Sir Tim. Oh, Sir, you compliment. _Alons, Entrons.
[Exeunt_.
SCENE II. A Chamber.
Enter Celinda, and Nurse.
Cel. I wonder my Brother stays so long: sure Mr. Bellmour is not yet arriv’d, yet he sent us word he would be here to day. Lord, how impatient I grow!
Nur. Ay, so methinks; if I had the hopes of enjoying so sweet a Gentleman as Mr. Bellmour, I shou’d be so too—But I am past it—Well, I have had my Pantings, and Heavings, my Impatience, and Qualms, my Heats, and my Colds, and my I know not whats—But I thank my Stars, I have done with all those Fooleries.
Cel. Fooleries!—
Is there any thing in Life but Love?
Wou’dst thou praise Heaven for thy Being,
Without that grateful part of it?
For I confess I love.
Nur. You need not, your Sighs, and daily (nay, and nightly too) Disorders, plainly enough betray the Truth.
Cel. Thou speak’st as if it were a Sin:
But if it be so, you your self help’d to make me wicked.
For e’er I saw Mr. Bellmour, you spoke the kindest things of him,
As would have mov’d the dullest Maid to love;
And e’er I saw him, I was quite undone.