[Kneels to Dorinda, and kisses her Hand.
Mrs. Sul. So, so, so; I knew where the fit would end.
Aim. Eurydice, perhaps——
How could thy Orpheus keep his word,
And not look back upon thee;
No treasure but thyself could sure have brib'd him
To look one minute off thee.
Lady B. Delirious, poor gentleman.
Arch. Very delirious, madam, very delirious.
Aim. Martin's voice, I think.
Arch. Yes, my lord—How does your lordship?
Lady B. Lord! did you mind that, girls?
Aim. Where am I?
Arch. In very good hands, sir—You were taken just now with one of your old fits, under the trees, just by this good lady's house; her ladyship had you taken in, and has miraculously brought you to yourself, as you see——