Mrs. Sul. You must assist me.
Dor. What, against my own brother!
Mrs. Sul. He is but your half brother, and I'm your entire friend: If I go a step beyond the bounds of honour, leave me; till then, I expect you should go along with me in every thing; while I trust my honour in your hands, you may trust your brother's in mine—The Count is to dine here to-day.
Dor. 'Tis a strange thing, sister, that I can't like that man.
Mrs. Sul. You like nothing; your time is not come; love and death have their fatalities, and strike home one time or other:—You'll pay for all one day, I warrant ye—But come, my lady's tea is ready, and 'tis almost church time. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
The Inn.
Enter Aimwell, dressed, and Archer.
Aim. And was she the daughter of the house?
Arch. The Landlord is so blind as to think so; but, I dare swear, she has better blood in her veins.