SCAN. And did not?
MRS. FORE. Did not! With that face can you ask the question?
SCAN. This I have heard of before, but never believed. I have been told, she had that admirable quality of forgetting to a man’s face in the morning that she had lain with him all night, and denying that she had done favours with more impudence than she could grant ’em. Madam, I’m your humble servant, and honour you.—You look pretty well, Mr. Foresight: how did you rest last night?
FORE. Truly, Mr. Scandal, I was so taken up with broken dreams and distracted visions that I remember little.
SCAN. ’Twas a very forgetting night. But would you not talk with Valentine? Perhaps you may understand him; I’m apt to believe there is something mysterious in his discourses, and sometimes rather think him inspired than mad.
FORE. You speak with singular good judgment, Mr. Scandal, truly. I am inclining to your Turkish opinion in this matter, and do reverence a man whom the vulgar think mad. Let us go to him.
MRS. FRAIL. Sister, do you stay with them; I’ll find out my lover, and give him his discharge, and come to you. O’ my conscience, here he comes.
SCENE XIII.
Mrs. Frail, Ben.
BEN. All mad, I think. Flesh, I believe all the calentures of the sea are come ashore, for my part.