L. Dupe. Alas! then she has stolen a marriage, and undone herself: Some young fellow, on my conscience, that's a beggar; youth will not be advised: well, I'll never meddle more with girls; one is no more assured of them, than grooms of mules; they'll strike when least one thinks on't: But pray, your lordship, what is her choice then for a husband?
Lord. She——is not married, that I know of, madam.
L. Dupe. Not married! 'tis impossible; the girl does sure abuse you. I know her education has been such, the flesh could not prevail; therefore, she does abuse you, it must be so.
Lord. Madam, not to abuse you longer, she is with child, and I the unfortunate man, who did this most unlucky act.
L. Dupe. You! I'll never believe it.
Lord. Madam, 'tis too true; believe it, and be serious how to hide her shame; I beg it here upon my knees.
L. Dupe. Oh, oh, oh!
[She faints away.
Lord. Who's there? Who's there? Help, help, help!
Enter two women, Rose, and Mrs Millisent.
1 Wom. O merciful God, my lady's gone!