Maun. Madam, ’tis I, and your expected Lover here—I put him into your hands, and will wait your Commands in the next Chamber. Exit Maun.
Lod. Where are you, my dearest Creature?
L. Fan. Here—give me your Hand, I’ll lead you to those Joys we both so long have sigh’d for.
Lod. Hah! to Joys; sure she doth but dally with me. Aside.
L. Fan. Why come you not on, my dear?
Lod. And yet, why this Admission, and is th’ dark too, if she design’d me none but virtuous Favours?—What damn’d Temptation’s this?
L. Fan. Are you bewitch’d? what is’t that frights you?
Lod. I’m fix’d: Death, was ever such a Lover?
Just ready for the highest Joys of Love,
And like a bashful Girl restrain’d by Fear