FORE. Indeed! Bless me!
SCENE XII.
[To them] Mrs. Foresight.
MRS. FORE. Husband, will you go to bed? It’s ten a’clock. Mr. Scandal, your servant.
SCAN. Pox on her, she has interrupted my design—but I must work her into the project. You keep early hours, madam.
MRS. FORE. Mr. Foresight is punctual; we sit up after him.
FORE. My dear, pray lend me your glass, your little looking-glass.
SCAN. Pray lend it him, madam. I’ll tell you the reason.
[She gives him the glass: Scandal and she whisper.] My passion for you is grown so violent, that I am no longer master of myself. I was interrupted in the morning, when you had charity enough to give me your attention, and I had hopes of finding another opportunity of explaining myself to you, but was disappointed all this day; and the uneasiness that has attended me ever since brings me now hither at this unseasonable hour.
MRS. FORE. Was there ever such impudence, to make love to me before my husband’s face? I’ll swear I’ll tell him.