SCENE 1.The Gallery in Lady Bountifuls House
Enter Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda.
Mrs. Sul. Ha! ha! ha! my dear sister, let me embrace thee! now we are friends indeed; for I shall have a secret of yours as a pledge for minenow youll be good for something, I shall have you conversable in the subjects of the sex.
Dor. But do you think that I am so weak as to fall in love with a fellow at first sight?
Mrs. Sul. Psha! now you spoil all; why should not we be as free in our friendships as the men? I warrant you, the gentleman has got to his confidant already, has avowed his passion, toasted your health, called you ten thousand angels, has run over your lips, eyes, neck, shape, air, and everything, in a description that warms their mirth to a second enjoyment.
Dor. Your hand, sister, I ant well.
Mrs. Sul. Soshes breeding alreadycome, child, up with ithem a littlesonow tell me, dont you like the gentleman that we saw at church just now?
Dor. The mans well enough.
Mrs. Sul. Well enough! is he not a demigod, a Narcissus, a star, the man i the moon?
Dor. O sister, Im extremely ill!
Mrs. Sul. Shall I send to your mother, child, for a little of her cephalic plaster to put to the soles of your feet, or shall I send to the gentleman for something for you? Come, unlace your stays, unbosom yourself. The man is perfectly a pretty fellow; I saw him when he first came into church.
Dor. I saw him too, sister, and with an air that shone, me-thought, like rays about his person.
Mrs. Sul. Well said, up with it!
Dor. No forward coquette behaviour, no airs to set him off, no studied looks nor artful posturebut Nature did it all
Mrs. Sul. Better and better!one touch morecome!
Dor. But then his looksdid you observe his eyes?
Mrs. Sul. Yes, yes, I did.His eyes, well, what of his eyes?
Dor. Sprightly, but not wandering; they seemed to view, but never gazed on anything but me.And then his looks so humble were, and yet so noble, that they aimed to tell me that he could with pride die at my feet, though he scorned slavery anywhere else.
Mrs. Sul. The physic works purely!How dye find yourself now, my dear?
Dor. Hem! much better, my dear.Oh, here comes our Mercury!
Enter Scrub. Well, Scrub, what news of the gentleman?
Scrub. Madam, I have brought you a packet of news.
Dor. Open it quickly, come.
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