Mrs. Sul. Now, now, I'm ruined if he kneels. [Aside.] Rise, thou prostrate engineer; not all thy undermining skill shall reach my heart. Rise, and know that I am a woman, without my sex; I can love to all the tenderness of wishes, sighs, and tears—But go no farther—Still, to convince you that I'm more than woman, I can speak my frailty, confess my weakness even for——But——
Arch. For me!
[Going to lay hold on her.
Mrs. Sul. Hold, sir; build not upon that—for my most mortal hatred follows, if you disobey what I command you now—leave me this minute—If he denies, I'm lost. [Aside.
Arch. Then you'll promise——
Mrs. Sul. Any thing another time.
Arch. When shall I come?
Mrs. Sul. To-morrow—when you will.
Arch. Your lips must seal the promise.
Mrs. Sul. Pshaw!