Mrs. Sul. Had it been my lot to have matched with such a man! [Aside.
Arch. Your breasts too—presumptuous man! what, paint Heaven!—Apropos, madam, in the very next picture is Salmoneus, that was struck dead with lightning, for offering to imitate Jove's thunder; I hope you served the painter so, madam? [360]
Mrs. Sul. Had my eyes the power of thunder, they should employ their lightning better.
Arch. There's the finest bed in that room, madam! I suppose 'tis your ladyship's bedchamber.
Mrs. Sul. And what then, sir?
Arch. I think the quilt is the richest that ever I saw. I can't at this distance, madam, distinguish the figures of the embroidery; will you give me leave, madam? [369]
Mrs. Sul. [Aside.] The devil take his impudence!— Sure, if I gave him an opportunity, he durst not offer it?—I have a great mind to try.—[Going: Returns.] 'Sdeath, what am I doing?—And alone, too!—Sister! sister! [Runs out.
Arch. I 'll follow her close—
For where a Frenchman durst attempt to storm, A Briton sure may well the work perform. [Going.
Re-enter Scrub.