Tattle, Miss Prue.
MISS. O Lord, she’s coming, and she’ll tell my father; what shall I do now?
TATT. Pox take her; if she had stayed two minutes longer, I should have wished for her coming.
MISS. O dear, what shall I say? Tell me, Mr. Tattle, tell me a lie.
TATT. There’s no occasion for a lie; I could never tell a lie to no purpose. But since we have done nothing, we must say nothing, I think. I hear her,—I’ll leave you together, and come off as you can. [Thrusts her in, and shuts the door.]
SCENE III.
Tattle, Valentine, Scandal, Angelica.
ANG. You can’t accuse me of inconstancy; I never told you that I loved you.
VAL. But I can accuse you of uncertainty, for not telling me whether you did or not.
ANG. You mistake indifference for uncertainty; I never had concern enough to ask myself the question.