Lov. Tell her I'm coming.
[Exit Serv.
To Ber. But before I go, one Glass of Nectar more to drink her Health.
Ber. Stand off, or I shall hate you, by Heavens!
Lov. [Kissing her.] In Matters of Love, a Woman's Oath is no more to be minded than a Man's.
Ber. Um——
Enter Worthy.
Wor. Ha! What's here? my old Mistress, and so close, I'faith! I wou'd not spoil her Sport for the Universe.
[He retires.
Ber. O Ged——Now do I pray to Heaven, [Exit Loveless running.] with all my Heart and Soul, that the Devil in Hell may take me, if ever——I was better pleas'd in my Life—This Man has bewitch'd me, that's certain. [Sighing.] Well, I am condemn'd, but, Thanks to Heaven, I feel myself each Moment more and more prepar'd for my Execution—Nay, to that degree, I don't perceive I have the least fear of Dying. No, I find, let the Executioner be but a Man, and there's nothing will suffer with more Resolution than a Woman. Well, I never had but one Intrigue yet: But I confess I long to have another. Pray Heaven it end as the first did tho', that we may both grow weary at a time; for 'tis a melancholy thing for Lovers to outlive one another.