BELL. Oh, no: let me lie down upon the bed; the fit will be soon
over.
SCENE VIII.
SCENE: St. James's Park.
ARAMINTA and BELINDA meeting.
BELIN. Lard, my dear, I am glad I have met you; I have been at the
Exchange since, and am so tired -
ARAM. Why, what's the matter?
BELIN. Oh the most inhuman, barbarous hackney-coach! I am jolted
to a jelly. Am I not horribly touzed? [Pulls out a pocket-glass.]
ARAM. Your head's a little out of order.
BELIN. A little! O frightful! What a furious phiz I have! O
most rueful! Ha, ha, ha. O Gad, I hope nobody will come this way,
till I have put myself a little in repair. Ah! my dear, I have
seen such unhewn creatures since. Ha, ha, ha. I can't for my soul
help thinking that I look just like one of 'em. Good dear, pin
this, and I'll tell you--very well--so, thank you, my dear--but as
I was telling you--pish, this is the untowardest lock--so, as I was
telling you--how d'ye like me now? Hideous, ha? Frightful still?
Or how?
ARAM.
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