Foss. My head akes, and the bed always makes it worse.
Town. Is it hereabouts?
[rubbing his temples.
Foss. Too sure.
[Turns from her.
Town. Why so fretful, Mr. Fossile?
Foss. No, I'll dissemble my passion, and pump her. [Aside.] Excess of joy, my dear, for my good fortune overcomes me. I am somewhat vertiginous, I can hardly stand.
Town. I hope I was ordain'd for thy support.
Foss. My disorder now begins to dissipate: it was only a little flatulency, occasion'd by something hard of digestion. But pray, my dear, did your uncle shut you up so close from the conversation of mankind?
Town. Sarsnet and [Shock] were my only company.
Foss. A very prudent young woman this Sarsnet; she was undoubtedly a good and faithful friend in your solitude.
Town. When it was her interest; but I made no intimacies with my chamber-maid.