A Trip to Scarborough; and, The Critic

by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

BERINTHIA.
O Heavens! I’m almost frightened out of my wits! I thought verily I had seen a ghost, and ’twas nothing but a black hood pinned against the wall. You may go again; I am the fearfullest fool! [Exit MAID.]

Re-enter LOVELESS.

LOVELESS.
Is the coast clear?

BERINTHIA.
The coast clear! Upon my word, I wonder at your assurance.

LOVELESS.
Why, then, you wonder before I have given you a proof of it. But where’s my wife?

BERINTHIA.
At cards.

LOVELESS.
With whom?

BERINTHIA.
With Townly.

LOVELESS.
Then we are safe enough.

BERINTHIA.
You are so! Some husbands would be of another mind, were he at cards with their wives.