Dor. You desired me, sister, to leave you, when you transgressed the bounds of honour. [440]
Mrs. Sul. Thou dear censorious country girl! what dost mean? You can't think of the man without the bedfellow, I find.
Dor. I don't find anything unnatural in that thought: while the mind is conversant with flesh and blood, it must conform to the humours of the company.
Mrs. Sul. How a little love and good company improves a woman! Why, child, you begin to live— you never spoke before. [449]
Dor. Because I was never spoke to.—My lord has told me that I have more wit and beauty than any of my sex; and truly I begin to think the man is sincere.
Mrs. Sul. You're in the right, Dorinda; pride is the life of a woman, and flattery is our daily bread; and she's a fool that won't believe a man there, as much as she that believes him in anything else. But I 'll lay you a guinea that I had finer things said to me than you had.
Dor. Done! What did your fellow say to ye? [460]
Mrs. Sul. My fellow took the picture of Venus for mine.
Dor. But my lover took me for Venus herself.
Mrs. Sul. Common cant! Had my spark called me a Venus directly, I should have believed him a footman in good earnest.
