BERINTHIA.
You who have dared to attempt the honour of his mistress! Come, come, be ruled by me, who affect more levity than I have, and don’t think of anger in this cause. A readiness to resent injuries is a virtue only in those who are slow to injure.
LOVELESS.
Then I will be ruled by you; and when you think proper to undeceive Townly, may your good qualities make as sincere a convert of him as Amanda’s have of me.-When truth’s extorted from us, then we own the robe of virtue is a sacred habit.
Could women but our secret counsel scan—
Could they but reach the deep reserve of man—
To keep our love they’d rate their virtue high,
They live together, and together die.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II.—A Room in SIR TUNBELLY CLUMSY’S House. Enter MISS HOYDEN, NURSE, and TOM FASHION.
TOM FASHION.
This quick despatch of the chaplain’s I take so kindly it shall give him claim to my favour as long as I live, I assure you.
MISS HOYDEN.
And to mine too, I promise you.
NURSE.
I most humbly thank your honours; and may your children swarm about you like bees about a honeycomb!
MISS HOYDEN.
Ecod, with all my heart—the more the merrier, I say—ha, nurse?
Enter LORY.