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Foig. Vel, and is dere any shin in going to bed, joy?
Gip. Ah, but if the parties should meet, doctor? I'vig. Vel den------the parties must be responsible. -Do you begone after putting the count in the clo. shet; and leave the shins wid themselves- I will come with the count to instruct you
chamber, Gip. Well, doctor, your religion is so pure, that I'm resolved to die a martyr to't Here's the key of the garden door; come in the back way, when 'tis late-I'll be ready to receive you; but don't so much as whisper, only take hold of my hand; I'll lead you, and do you lead the count, and follow me. [E.reunt.
Enter SCRUB. Scrub. What witchcraft now have these two imps of the devil been a-hatching here ?- There's twenty Louis d'ors! I heard that, and saw the purse: but I must give room to my betters,
[Erit. Enter Aimwell, leading DORINDA, and making love
in dumb Show; Mrs. SULLEN, and ARCHER. Mrs. Sul. Pray, sir, [To ARCHER.] how d’ye like that piece?
Arch. O, 'tis Leda-You find, madam, how Jupiter came disguised to make love
Mrs. Sul. Pray, sir, what head is wat in the corner, there?
Arch. O, madam, 'tis poor Ovid in his exile.
Arch. His ambititious love, madam. [Bowing.] His misfortune touches me.
Mrs. Sul. Was he successful in his amours ?
Arch. There he has left us in the dark-He was too much a gentleman to tell.
Mrs. Sul. If he were secret, I pity him.
DIrs. Sul. How d’yelike that Venusoverthechimney?
Arch. Venus ! I protest, madam, I took it for your picture: but now I look again, 'tis not handsome enough.
Nirs. Sul. Oh, what a charm is flattery! if you would see my picture, there it is, over that cabinetHow d'ye like it!
Arch. I must admire any thing, madaın, that has the least resemblance of you But methinks, madain,--[Fre looks at the Picture and MRS. SULLEN Three or Four Times, by Turns.] Pray, madam, who drew it? Mrs. Sul. A famous hand, sir.
Errunt AIMWELL and DORINDA. Arch. A famous hand, madam! Your eyes, indeed, are featured there; but where's the sparkling mois. ture, shiniug fiuid, in which they swim? The picture, indeed, has your dimples, but where's the swarm of killing Cupids, that should ambush there? The lips too are figure out; but where's the carnation dew, the pouting ripeness that tempts the taste in the original ?
Virs. Sul. Had it been my lot to have matched with such a man !
[Aside. Årch. Your breasts too; presumptuous man! what! paint heaven! Apropos, madam, in the very next picture is Salinoneus, that was struck dead with lightning, for offering to imitate Jove's thunder; I hope you served the painter so, madam.
Mrs. Sul. Had my eyes the power of thunder, they should employ their lightuing better.
Arch. There's the finest bed in that room, madam; I suppose 'tis your ladyship's bedchamber?
Mirs. Sul. And what then, sir?
Arch. I think the quilt is the richest that ever I saw-I can't at this distance, madam, distinguish the figures of the embroidery: will you give me leave, madam?
Mrs. Sul. The devil take his impudence-Sure, if I
an opportunity, he durst not offer it-I have a great mind to try.--- [Going.-Returns.]'Sdeath, what am I doing ?--And alone too; -Sister, sister!
[Erit. Arch. I'll follow her closeFor where a Frenchman durst attempt to storm, A Briton, sure, may well the work perform.
(Going Enter SCRUB. Scrub. Martin, brother Martin !
Arch. O brother Scrub, 1 beg your pardon, I was not a-going : here's a guinea my master ordered you.
Scrub. A guinea! hi, hi, hi, a guinea! eh-by this light it is a guinea ; but I suppose you expect one and twenty shillings in change.
Arch. Not at all; I have another for Gipsey.
Scrub. A guinea for her! Fire and faggot for the witch.—Sir, give me that guinea, and I'll discover a plot. Arch. A plot? Scrub. Ay, sir, a plot, a horrid plot--First, it must
a be a plot, because there's a woman in't : secondly, it must be a plot, because there's a priest in't : thirdly, it must be a plot, because there's French gold in't : and fourthly, it must be a plot, because I don't know what to make on't.
Arch. Nor any body else, I'm afraid, brother Scrub.
Scrub. Truly I'm afraid so too; for where there's a priest and a woman, there's always a mystery and a riddle This, I know, that here has been the doctor with a temptation in one hand, and an absolution in the other, and Gipsey has sold herself to the devil; I saw the price paid down, my eyes shall take their oath on't.
Arch. And is all this bustle about Gipsey?
Scruh. That's not all; I could hear but a word here and there; but I remember they mentioned a count, a closet, a back door, and a key.
arch. The count! did you hear nothing of Mrs. Sullen?
Scruo. I did hear some word that sounded that way: but whether it was Sullen or Dorinda I could not distinguish.
Arch. You have told this matter to nobody, brother?
Scrub. Told! no, sir, I thank you for that; I'm resolved never to speak one word, pro nor con, till we
have a peace.
Arch. You are i’the right, brother Scrub; here's a treaty a-foot between the count and the lady.-The priest and the chambermaid are plenipotentiariesIt shall go hard, but I'll find a way to be included in the treaty. Where's the doctor no'v?
Scrich. He and Gipsey are this moment devouring my lady's marmalade in the closet. sim. [from without.] Martin, Martin! Arch. I come, sir, I come.
Scrub. But you forget the other guinea, brother Martin. circh. Here, I give it with all my heart.
[Exit ARCHER. Scrub. And I take it with all my soul. I'cod, I'll spoil your plotting, Mrs. Gipsey; and if you should set the captain upon me, these two guineas will buy
[Exit Scrub. Enter Mrs. SULLEN and DORINDA, meeting. M/s. Sul. Well, sister. Dor. And well, sister. Mrs. Sul. What's become of my lord ? Dor. What's become of his servant?
Afrs, Sul. Servant! he's a prettier fellow and a finer gentleman by fifty degrees than his master,
Dor. O' my conscience, I fancy you could beg that fellow at the gallows' foot.
Mrs. Sul. V' my conscience, I could, provided I could put a friend of yours in his room.
Dor. You desired me, sister, to leave you, when you transgressed the bounds of honour.
Mrs. Sul. Thou dear censorious country girl What dost mean? You can't think of the man without the bedfellow, I find.
Dor. I don't find any thing unnatural in that thought.
Mirs. Sul. How a little love and conversation inprove a woman! Why, child, you begin to live-you never spoke before.
Dor because I was never spoke to before : my lord has told me, that I have more wit and beauty
my sex; and truly l begin to think the man is sincere.
Mrs. Sul. You are in the right, Dorinda; pride is the life of a woman, and flattery is our daily bread, But I'll lay you a guinea that I had finer things said to me than you had. Dor. Done-What did
to Mrs. Sud. My fellow took the picture of Venus for mine.
Dor. But my lover took me for Venus herself.
Mrs. Sul. Common cant! had my spark called me a Venus directly, I should have believed him a footman in good earnest
Dor. But my lover was upon his knees to me.
Mrs. Sul. Ay, ay, mine had his moving things too.
Dor. Mine offered marriage.