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.