Enter Myrtle and Tom.
Oh sir! You and Mr. Bevil are fine gentlemen to let a lady remain under such difficulties as my poor mistress, and no attempt to set her at liberty, or release her from the danger of being instantly married to Cimberton.
Myrt. Tom has been telling——But what is to be done?
Phil. What is to be done—when a man can't come at his mistress! Why, can't you fire our house, or the next house to us, to make us run out, and you take us?
Myrt. How, Mrs. Phillis?
Phil. Ay; let me see that rogue deny to fire a house, make a riot, or any other little thing, when there were no other way to come at me.
Tom. I am obliged to you, madam.
Phil. Why, don't we hear every day of people's hanging themselves for love, and won't they venture the hazard of being hanged for love? Oh! were I a man——
Myrt. What manly thing would you have me undertake, according to your ladyship's notion of a man?
Phil. Only be at once what, one time or other, you may be, and wish to be, or must be.