Lov. You'll do as well without it.
Ber. Why, one can't find a Chair to sit down?
Lov. Come into the Closet, Madam, there's Moonshine upon the Couch.
Ber. Nay, never pull, for I will not go.
Lov. Then you must be carried.
[Carrying her.
Ber. Help, help, I'm ravish'd, ruin'd, undone. O Lord, I shall never be able to bear it.
[Very softly.