Miss M. And now, my dear, we'll go and drink a dish of tea
together.
And let all parties blame me if they can, Who're bribed by honours
trifling as a fan.
[Exeunt Misses.
Trap. There ends act the fourth. If you want to know the moral of this, the devil must be in you. Faith, this incident of the fan struck me so strongly that I was once going to call this comedy by the name of The Fan. But come, now for act the fifth.
Promp. Sir, the player who is to begin it is just stepped aside on some business; he begs you would stay a few minutes for him.
Trap. Come, Fustian, you and I will step into the green-room, and chat with the actresses meanwhile.
Fust. But don't you think these girls improper persons to talk of parties?
Trap. Sir, I assure you it is not out of nature: and I have often heard these affairs canvast by men who had not one whit more understanding than these girls.
[Exeunt.