Mrs. Sul. Pray, sister, how came my lord here?
Dor. And pray, how came the gentleman here?
Mrs. Sul. I'll tell you the greatest piece of villainy—
[They talk in dumb Show.
Aim. I fancy, Archer, you have been more successful in your adventure than the housebreakers.
Arch. No matter for my adventure, yours is the principal——Press her this minute to marry you,—now while she's hurried between the palpitation of her fear, and the joy of her deliverance, now while the tide of her spirits are at high-flood:——throw yourself at her feet, speak some romantic nonsense or other;—confound her senses, bear down her reason, and away with her:—The priest is now in the cellar, and dare not refuse to do the work.
Aim. But how shall I get off without being observed?
Arch. You a lover, and not find a way to get off!—Let me see.
Aim. You bleed, Archer.
Arch. 'Sdeath, I'm glad on't; this wound will do the business—I'll amuse the old lady and Mrs. Sullen about dressing my wound, while you carry off Dorinda.