Lady F. But why did you not tell me before mademoiselle, that Razor and you were fond?

Madem. De modesty hinder me, matam.

Lady F. Why, truly, modesty does often hinder us from doing things we have an extravagant mind to. But does he love you well enough yet, to do anything you bid him? Do you think, to oblige you, he would speak scandal?

Madem. Matam, to oblige your ladyship, he shall speak anything.

Lady F. Why, then, mademoiselle, I’ll tell you what you shall do: you shall engage him to tell his master all that passed at Spring Gardens. I have a mind he shall know what a wife and a niece he has got.

Madem. Il le fera, madame.

Enter CORNET, who speaks apart to MADEMOISELLE.

Corn. Mademoiselle, younder’s Mr. Razor desires to speak with you.

Madem. Tell him I come presently. [Exit CORNET.] Razor be dere, madame.

Lady F. That’s fortunate! Well, I’ll leave you together; and, if you find him stubborn, mademoiselle—harkye!—don’t refuse him a few reasonable little liberties, to put him in humour.

Madem. Laissez moi faire.

[Exit Lady F. RAZOR peeps in; and, seeing Lady FANCIFUL gone, turns to

MADEMOISELLE, and kisses her.

Madem. How now, confidence!

Razor. How now, modesty!

Madem. Who makes you so familiar, sirrah?

Razor. My impudence, hussy.

Madem. Stand off, rogue-face!

Razor. Ah! mademoiselle, great news at our house.

Madem. Why, vat be de matter?

Razor. The matter! why, uptails all’s the matter.

Madem. Tu te mocque de moi.

Razor. Now do you long to know the particulars—the time when—the place where—the manner how—but I won’t tell you a word more.

Madem. Nay, den dou kill me Razor.

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