Mrs. Sul. Here! what, in my bedchamber at two o'clock o' th' morning, I undressed, the family asleep, my hated husband abroad, and my lovely fellow at my feet!—O 'gad, sister!
Dor. Thoughts are free, sister, and them I allow you.— So, my dear, good night.
Mrs. Sul. A good rest to my dear Dorinda!—[Exit Dorinda.] Thoughts free! are they so? Why, then, suppose him here, dressed like a youthful, gay, and burning bridegroom, [21]
[Here Archer steals out of a closet behind. with tongue enchanting, eyes bewitching, knees imploring.]
—[Turns a little on one side and sees Archer in the posture she describes.]—Ah!—[Shrieks, and runs to the other side of the stage.] Have my thoughts raised a spirit?—What are you, sir, a man or a devil?
Arch. A man, a man, madam. [Rising.
Mrs. Sul. How shall I be sure of it?
Arch. Madam, I'll give you demonstration this minute.
[Takes her hand.
Mrs. Sul. What, sir! do you intend to be rude? [31]