Mrs. Sul. Do you think to any purpose?
Squire Sul. Sister, hark'ee I—[Whispers.] I shan't be home till it be late. [Exit.
Mrs. Sul. What did he whisper to ye? [328]
Dor. That he would go round the back way, come into the closet, and listen as I directed him. But let me beg you once more, dear sister, to drop this project; for as I told you before, instead of awaking him to kindness, you may provoke him to a rage; and then who knows how far his brutality may carry him?
Mrs. Sul. I 'm provided to receive him, I warrant you. But here comes the Count: vanish! [Exit Dorinda.
Enter Count Bellair.
Don't you wonder, Monsieur le Count, that I was not at church this afternoon? [339]
Count Bel. I more wonder, madam, that you go dere at all, or how you dare to lift those eyes to heaven that are guilty of so much killing.
Mrs. Sul. If Heaven, sir, has given to my eyes with the power of killing the virtue of making a cure, I hope the one may atone for the other.
Count Bel. Oh, largely, madam, would your ladyship be as ready to apply the remedy as to give the wound. Consider, madam, I am doubly a prisoner; first to the arms of your general, then to your more conquering eyes. My first chains are easy—there a ransom may redeem me; but from your fetters I never shall get free. [352]