Bless me! you frighted me; I thought he had been come again, and
had heard me.
LUCY. Lord, madam, I met your lover in as much haste as if he had
been going for a midwife.
SILV. He's going for a parson, girl, the forerunner of a midwife,
some nine months hence. Well, I find dissembling to our sex is as
natural as swimming to a negro; we may depend upon our skill to
save us at a plunge, though till then, we never make the
experiment. But how hast thou succeeded?
LUCY. As you would wish--since there is no reclaiming Vainlove. I
have found out a pique she has taken at him, and have framed a
letter that makes her sue for reconciliation first. I know that
will do--walk in and I'll show it you. Come, madam, you're like to
have a happy time on't; both your love and anger satisfied! All
that can charm our sex conspire to please you.
That woman sure enjoys a blessed night,
Whom love and vengeance both at once delight.
ACT IV.--SCENE I.
SCENE: The Street.
BELLMOUR, in fanatic habit, SETTER.
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