Isab. Indeed your talents pass my poor extent; you serious ladies are well form'd for business: What wretched work a poor coquet had made on't! But still there's that remains will try your skill; you have your man, but——
Cam. Lovers think no farther, the object of that passion possesses all desire; however I have open'd to you my wond'rous situation. If you can advise me in my difficulties to come, you will. But see——My husband!
Enter Lorenzo.
Lor. You look as if you were busy, pray tell me if I interrupt you, I'll retire.
Cam. No, no, you have a right to interrupt us, since you were the subject of our discourse.
Lor. Was I?
Cam. You were; nay, I'll tell you how you entertain'd us too.
Lor. Perhaps I had as good avoid hearing that.
Cam. You need not fear, it was not to your disadvantage; I was commending you and saying, if I had been a woman I had been in danger; nay I think I said I shou'd infallibly have been in love with you.
Lor. While such an If is in the way, you run no great risque in declaring; but you'd be finely catch'd now, shou'd some wonderful transformation give me a claim to your heart.