AMANDA.
Do you then really think he’s false to me? for I did not suspect him.
BERINTHIA.
Think so? I am sure of it.
AMANDA.
You are sure on’t?
BERINTHIA.
Positively—he fell in love at the play.
AMANDA.
Right—the very same. But who could have told you this?
BERINTHIA.
Um!—Oh, Townly! I suppose your husband has made him his confidant.
AMANDA.
O base Loveless! And what did Townly say on’t?
BERINTHIA.
[Aside.] So, so! why should she ask that?—[Aloud.] Say! why he abused Loveless extremely, and said all the tender things of you in the world.
AMANDA.
Did he?—Oh! my heart!—I’m very ill—dear Berinthia, don’t leave me a moment. [Exeunt.]