Fri. Indeed he is.
Cla. ’Tis bravely done, and I adore thee for ’t. By Heaven I love thee now, even unto Dotage!
Fri. Was ever Change like this? The subtlest Labyrinth Wit cou’d ere invent, affords not half so many Turnings as a Woman’s Mind.
[Aside.
What mean you, Madam, by this seeming Transport?
Cla. O Friendly, Friendly, I am all o’re Extasy! Thou hast done a Deed that ravishes my Soul. At once thou hast kill’d my dear and only Friend, and slain the fatal’st Enemy I had.
Fri. What more Riddles Madam, pray explain your self.
Cla. I will; I will declare a Secret which till now I never did disclose: I lov’d that Bonvile whom thou now hast slain, not as I ought to do, but with a Woman’s Love, which he never did know: And Yesterday when I beheld the fatal Marriage ended, then like a Merchant walking on the Downes, sees a rich Vessel of his own engaged, and after took, and born away a Prize: So I, after I’d seen my Bonvile lost, (for so he was to me) resuming all the Malice of a Woman, resolved never to entertain one Thought of Love again; but lead a Life as Lapland Witches do, only on others Ruines: Then when you approached me with the hateful Sound of Love, to dash your Hopes, and put a Period to your growing Passion, I bid you kill your best and dearest Friend?
Fri. True.
Cla. Now the best Friend to one in Love, is Love it self.
Fri. O my curs’d Stars, that wrap’d me up in such a black Mistake, What have I done?