ACT THE FIFTH.
SCENE I.—Clerimont, Sen.'s House.
Enter Clerimont, Sen. and Fainlove.
Cler. Sen. Then she gave you this letter, and bid you read it as a paper of verses?
Fain. This is the place, the hour, the lucky minute. Now am I rubbing up my memory, to recollect all you said to me when you first ruined me, that I may attack her right.
Cler. Sen. Your eloquence would be needless; 'tis so unmodish to need persuasion: Modesty makes a lady embarrassed; but my spouse is above that, as for example [Reading her letter]—
"Fainlove, you don't seem to want wit; therefore I need say no more than that distance to a woman of the world is becoming in no man but a husband: an hour hence come up the back stairs to my closet.
"Adieu, Mon Mignon."
I am glad you are punctual; I'll conceal myself to observe your interview.—O torture! but this wench must not see it. [Aside.