Enter Mistress L
Pert. Well, in my eyes Sir Fopling is no such despicable person.
Lov. You are an excellent judge!
Pert. Hes as handsome a man as Mr. Dorimant, and as great a gallant.
Lov. Intolerable! ist not enough I submit to his impertinences, but I must be plagued with yours too?
Pert. Indeed, madam
Lov. Tis false, mercenary malice
Enter her Footman.
Footman. Mrs. Belinda, madam
Lov. What of her?
Footman. Shes below.
Lov. How came she?
Footman. In a chair; ambling Harry brought her.
Lov. He bring her! His chair stands near Dorimants door, and always brings me from thenceRun and ask him where he took her up; go, there is no truth in friendship neither. Women as well as menall are false, or all are so to me at least.
Pert. You are jealous of her too.
Lov. You had best tell her I am. Twill become the liberty you take of late. This fellows bringing of her, her going out by five oclockI know not what to think.
Bel. Do you not wonder, my dear, what made me abroad so soon?
Lov. You do not use to be so.
Bel. The country gentlewomen I told you of (Lord! they have the oddest diversions!) would never let me rest till I promised to go with them to the markets this morning to eat fruit and buy nosegays.
Lov. Are they so fond of a filthy nosegay?
Bel. They complain of the stinks of the town, and are never well but when they have their noses in one.
Lov. There are essences and sweet waters.
Bel. Oh! they cry out upon perfumes they are unwholesome, one of em was falling into a fit with the smell of these narolii.
Lov. Methinks, in complaisance you should have had a nosegay too.
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