LOVELESS.
Impossible! you cannot be so cruel.
BERINTHIA.
Ha! here’s some one coming. Begone instantly.
LOVELESS.
Will you promise to return, if I remain here?
BERINTHIA.
Never trust myself in a room again with you while I live.
LOVELESS.
But I have something particular to communicate to you.
BERINTHIA.
Well, well, before we go to Sir Tunbelly’s, I’ll walk upon the lawn. If you are fond of a moonlight evening, you’ll find me there.
LOVELESS.
I’faith, they’re coming here now! I take you at your word. [Exit into the closet.]
BERINTHIA.
’Tis Amanda, as I live! I hope she has not heard his voice; though I mean she should have her share of jealousy in her turn.
Enter AMANDA.
AMANDA.
Berinthia, why did you leave me?