Euph. Oh! what shall I do? Doris, I'm undone.
Dor. What, ravish'd?
Euph. No, ten times worse! Ten times worse! Unlace me, or I shall swoon.
Dor. Unlace you? Why, you are not thereabouts, I hope?
Euph. No no, worse still; worse than all that.
Dor. Nay, then 'tis bad, indeed.
[Doris unlaces her.
There: How d'ye do now?
Euph. So; 'tis going over.