Myrt. Only, madam, that the first time you are alone with your lover, you will, with open arms, receive him.
Luc. As willingly as his heart could wish it.
Myrt. Thus, then, he claims your promise. O Lucinda!
Luc. Oh! a cheat! a cheat! a cheat!
Myrt. Hush! 'tis I, 'tis I, your lover, Myrtle himself, madam.
Luc. O bless me! what a rashness and folly to surprise me so—But hush—my mother.
Enter Mrs. Sealand, Cimberton, and Phillis.
Mrs. Seal. How now! what's the matter?
Luc. O madam! as soon as you left the room my uncle fell into a sudden fit, and—and—so I cried out for help to support him and conduct him to his chamber.
Mrs. Seal. That was kindly done! Alas! sir, how do you find yourself?