AMANDA.
You banter me.
BERINTHIA.
Indeed I don’t: but I consider I’m a woman, and form my resolutions accordingly.
AMANDA.
Well, my opinion is, form what resolutions you will, matrimony will be the end on’t.
BERINTHIA.
I doubt it. But ah, Heavens! I have business at home, and am half an hour too late.
AMANDA.
As you are to return with me, I’ll just give some orders, and walk with you.
BERINTHIA.
Well, make haste, and we’ll finish this subject as we go—[Exit AMANDA.]. Ah, poor Amanda! you have led a country life. Well, this discovery is lucky! Base Townly! at once false to me and treacherous to his friend!—And my innocent and demure cousin too! I have it in my power to be revenged on her, however. Her husband, if I have any skill in countenance, would be as happy in my smiles as Townly can hope to be in hers. I’ll make the experiment, come what will on’t. The woman who can forgive the being robbed of a favoured lover, must be either an idiot or a wanton. [Exit.]
ACT III.
SCENE I.—LORD FOPPINGTON’s Lodgings. Enter LORD FOPPINGTON, and LA VAROLE.
LORD FOPPINGTON.
Hey, fellow, let thy vis-à-vis come to the door.
LA VAROLE.
Will your lordship venture so soon to expose yourself to the weather?