Spr. Why Faith, and that may be too.
Enter Lucy with a Letter.
Lucy. Sir, my Mistriss presents her humble Service to you, and has sent you this Letter; pray Heaven it be to your liking Sir.
Fri. I thank the kind Lucy: There, there’s for the Postage Girle: [Gives her Money.] She has kept her Promise for once I see; I’m resolved to read it, thô I were sure my Death was Comprehended in it.
Reads. Try all your Friends, and find out the best and nearest to your Heart, That done, be sure to kill him for my sake. This fail not to do, if you respect and Love (as you pretend.)
Clara.
’Tis as I fear’d, and what I know she most desires: Mischief, and Murder, are all her Sexes Practice, and Delight? Yet such is the Extravagancy of my Passion, I must obey the Mandate, thô to my certain Ruine: ’Tis strangely difficult, and does require Mature Deliberation.
[Exit.
Spr. What has Friendly left us?
Mr. Ven. I believe the Letter was the occasion, it may be it was a Challenge.
Spr. A Challenge! No, no; Women don’t use to bring Challenges, I rather believe ’tis an Amour; And that Letter as you call it a Billet Deux, which is to Conduct him to the place appointed; and in some Sence you may take that for a Challenge.
Mr. Ven. And she the Civil Embassadress to usher him in.