Ber. Pray, go immediately, and get yourself ready then. Put on some of your Woman's Clothes, a great Scarf and a Mask, and you shall presently receive Orders. [Calls within.] Here, who's there? get me a Chair quickly.
Serv. There are Chairs at the Door, Madam.
Ber. 'Tis well, I'm coming.
Aman. But pray, Berinthia, before you go, tell me how I may know this filthy Thing, if she would be so forward (as I suppose she will) to come to the Rendezvous first; for, methinks, I would fain view her a little.
Ber. Why, she's about my heighth; and very well shap'd.
Aman. I thought she had been a little crooked?
Ber. O no, she's as straight as I am. But we lose time, come away.
[Exeunt.
Enter Young Fashion, meeting Lory.
Young Fash. Well, will the Doctor come?