L. Flip. I'll go and acquaint my brother—
Mrs. Joyn. [Aside to Lady Flippant.] Hold, hold, madam, speak not so loud:—'tis Sir Simon Addleplot, your lover, who has taken this disguise on purpose to be near you, and to watch and supplant his rival.
L. Flip. What a beast was I, I could not discover it! you have undone me! why would you not tell me sooner of it? [Aside to Mrs. Joyner.
Mrs. Joyn. I thought he had been discernible enough.
L. Flip. I protest, I knew him not; for I must confess to you, my eyes are none of the best since I have used the last new wash of mercury-water.—What will he think of me!
Mrs. Joyn. Let me alone with him.—[To Sir Simon.] Come, come, did you think you could disguise yourself from my lady's knowledge? she knew you, man, or else you had ne'er had those liberties. Alas, poor lady, she cannot resist you!
L. Flip. 'Tis my weakness.
Sir Sim. How's this!—but here comes my master.
Enter Gripe and Mrs. Martha.
Gripe. Come, Mrs. Joyner, are you ready to go?