Aur. This is furiously furious; but rather than fail of my expectances, I'll try my assurance.
Bel. Well then, I find you will force me to this unlawful, and abominable act of conjuration: Remember the sin is yours too.
Aur. I espouse the crime also.
Bel. I see, when a woman has a mind to't, she'll never boggle at a sin. Pox on her, what shall I do? [Aside.]—Well, I'll tell you your thoughts, madam; but after that expect no farther service from me; for 'tis your confidence must make my art successful.——Well, you are obstinate, then; I must tell you your thoughts?
Aur. Hold, hold, sir; I am content to pass over that chapter, rather than be deprived of your assistance.
Bel. 'Tis very well; what need these circumstances between us two? Confess freely; is not love your business?
Aur. You have touched me to the quick, sir.
Bel. Look you there! you see I knew it; nay, I'll tell you more, 'tis a man you love.
Aur. O prodigious science! I confess I love a man most furiously, to the last point, sir.
Bel. Now proceed, lady, your way is open; I am resolved, I'll not tell you a word farther.