Aman. Is she very handsome?
Ber. Truly I think so.
Aman. Hey-ho!
Ber. What do you sigh for now?
Aman. Oh my Heart!
Ber. [Aside.] Only the Pangs of Nature! she's in Labour of her Love; Heaven send her a quick Delivery! I'm sure she has a good Midwife.
Aman. I'm very ill, I must go to my Chamber; Dear Berinthia, don't leave me a Moment.
Ber. No, don't fear. [Aside.] I'll see you safe brought-to-bed, I'll warrant you.
[Exeunt, Amanda leaning upon Berinthia.