Dor. Meaning your husband, I suppose.
Mrs. Sul. Husband!—Even husband is too soft a name for him.—But, come, I expect my brother here to-night or to-morrow; he was abroad when my father married me: perhaps he'll find a way to make me easy.
Dor. Will you promise not to make yourself uneasy in the mean time with my lord's friend?
Mrs. Sul. You mistake me, sister—It happens with us as among the men, the greatest talkers are the greatest cowards; and there's a reason for it; those spirits evaporate in prattle, which might do more mischief if they took another course——Though, to confess the truth, I do love that fellow;—and if I met him dressed as he should be,——Lookye, sister, I have no supernatural gifts;——I can't swear I could resist the temptation——though I can safely promise to avoid it; and that's as much as the best of us can do. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
The Inn.
Enter Aimwell and Archer laughing.
Arch. And the awkward kindness of the good motherly old gentlewoman——
Aim. And the coming easiness of the young one—'Sdeath, 'tis pity to deceive her.
Arch. Nay, if you adhere to those principles, stop where you are.
Aim. I can't stop; for I love her to distraction.