Gip. But if the lady should come into her chamber and go to bed?
Foig. Vel, and is dere any shin in going to bed, joy?
Gip. Ah, but if the parties should meet, doctor?
Foig. Vel den——the parties must be responsible.—Do you begone after putting the count in the closhet; and leave the shins wid themselves—I will come with the count to instruct you in your chamber.
Gip. Well, doctor, your religion is so pure, that I'm resolved to die a martyr to't——Here's the key of the garden door; come in the back way, when 'tis late—I'll be ready to receive you; but don't so much as whisper, only take hold of my hand; I'll lead you, and do you lead the count, and follow me. [Exeunt.
Enter Scrub.
Scrub. What witchcraft now have these two imps of the devil been a-hatching here?—There's twenty Louis d'ors! I heard that, and saw the purse: but I must give room to my betters. [Exit.
Enter Aimwell, leading Dorinda, and making love
in dumb Show; Mrs. Sullen, and Archer.
Mrs. Sul. Pray, sir, [To Archer.] how d'ye like that piece?
Arch. O, 'tis Leda—You find, madam, how Jupiter came disguised to make love—