Wor. I'm under Sail already. Adieu.
[Exit Wor.
Ber. Bon Voyage.
Sola.
So, here's fine Work. What a Business have I undertaken! I'm a very pretty Gentlewoman, truly; but there was no avoiding it: He'd have ruin'd me, if I had refus'd him. Besides, faith, I begin to fancy there may be as much pleasure in carrying on another body's Intrigue, as one's own. This at least is certain, it exercises almost all the entertaining Faculties of a Woman: For there's employment for Hypocrisy, Invention, Deceit, Flattery, Mischief, and Lying.
Enter Amanda, her Woman following her.
Wom. If you please, Madam, only to say, whether you'll have me to buy 'em or not.
Aman. Yes, no, go fiddle; I care not what you do. Pr'ythee leave me.
Wom. I have done.
[Exit Wom.