Lady Amaranth's.
Enter Jane, with a light.
Jane. I believe there's not a soul in the house but myself; my lady has sent all the folks round the country to search after the young 'squire, she'll certainly break her heart if any thing happens to him; I don't wonder, for surely he's a dear, sweet gentleman: the pity of it is, his going spoils all our fine play, and I had just got my part quite by heart; however, I must do the room up for Mr. Banks's sister, that my lady has invited here.
[Adjusts her toilet.
Enter Ephraim Smooth.
Eph. The man John Dory has carried the man George hither in his arms, and has locked him up. Coming into the house, they did look to me like a blue lobster with a shrimp in his claws—Oh, here is the damsel I love, and alone.
Jane. They say when folks look in the glass, at night, they see the black gentleman.
[As she is looking in a glass, Ephraim goes and
peeps over her shoulders; she screams.
Eph. Thou art employed in vanity.
Jane. Well, who wants you?
Eph. It is natural for woman to love man.