Syl. No, no, captain; you forget Rose; she's to be my bedfellow, you know.
Plume. I had forgot: pray be kind to her.
[Exeunt severally.
Enter Melinda and Lucy.
Lucy. You are thoughtful, madam, am not I worthy to know the cause?
Mel. Oh, Lucy! I can hold my secret no longer. You must know, that hearing of a famous fortune-teller in town, I went disguised to satisfy a curiosity which has cost me dear. The fellow is certainly the devil, or one of his bosom-favourites: he has told me the most surprising things of my past life.
Lucy. Things past, madam, can hardly be reckoned surprising, because we know them already. Did he tell you any thing surprising that was to come?
Mel. One thing very surprising; he said, I should die a maid!
Lucy. Die a maid! come into the world for nothing!—Dear madam! if you should believe him, it might come to pass; for the bare thought on't might kill one in four and twenty hours—And did you ask him any questions about me?
Mel. You! why I passed for you.