VAL. They say so of a witch’s prayer, and dreams and Dutch almanacs are to be understood by contraries. But there’s regularity and method in that; she is a medal without a reverse or inscription, for indifference has both sides alike. Yet, while she does not seem to hate me, I will pursue her, and know her if it be possible, in spite of the opinion of my satirical friend, Scandal, who says—
That women are like tricks by sleight of hand,
Which, to admire, we should not understand.
ACT V.—SCENE I.
A room in Foresight’s house.
Angelica and Jenny.
ANG. Where is Sir Sampson? Did you not tell me he would be here before me?
JENNY. He’s at the great glass in the dining-room, madam, setting his cravat and wig.
ANG. How! I’m glad on’t. If he has a mind I should like him, it’s a sign he likes me; and that’s more than half my design.
JENNY. I hear him, madam.
ANG. Leave me; and, d’ye hear, if Valentine should come, or send, I am not to be spoken with.