SCENE VI.
A Room in Fondlewife's House.
A SERVANT introducing BELLMOUR, in fanatic habit, with a patch upon
one eye and a book in his hand.
SERV. Here's a chair, sir, if you please to repose yourself. My
mistress is coming, sir.
BELL. Secure in my disguise I have out-faced suspicion and even
dared discovery. This cloak my sanctity, and trusty Scarron's
novels my prayer-book; methinks I am the very picture of Montufar
in the Hypocrites. Oh! she comes.
SCENE VII.
BELLMOUR, LAETITIA.
So breaks Aurora through the veil of night,
Thus fly the clouds, divided by her light,
And every eye receives a new-born sight.
[Throwing off his cloak, patch, etc.]
LAET. Thus strewed with blushes, like--Ah! Heaven defend me!
Who's this? [Discovering him, starts.]
BELL. Your lover.
LAET. Vainlove's friend! I know his face, and he has betrayed me
to him. [Aside.]
BELL. You are surprised. Did you not expect a lover, madam?
Those eyes shone kindly on my first appearance, though now they are
o'ercast.
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