Y. Bell. Why, she’s never well but when she’s talking of you; but then she finds all the faults in you she can. She laughs at all who commend you; but then she speaks ill of all who do not.
Dor. Women of her temper betray themselves by their over-cunning. I had once a growing love with a lady who would always quarrel with me when I came to see her, and yet was never quiet if I stayed a day from her.
Y. Bell. My father is in love with Emilia.
Dor. That is a good warrant for your proceedings: go on and prosper; I must to Loveit. Medley, I am sorry you cannot be a witness.
Med. Make her meet Sir Fopling again in the same place, and use him ill before me.
Dor. That may be brought about, I think. I’ll be at your aunt’s anon, and give you joy, Mr. Bellair.
Y. Bell. You had not best think of Mrs. Harriet too much; without church security there’s no taking up there.
Dor. I may fall into the snare too. But
You wed a woman, I a good estate
[Exeunt.
SCENE III
Enter the Chair with B
Bel. [surprised]. Lord! where am I? in the Mall? Whither have you brought me? 1 Chairman. You gave us no directions, madam.
Bel. [aside]. The fright I was in made me forget it. 1 Chairman. We use to carry a lady from the squire’s hither.
Bel. [aside]. This is Loveit; I am undone if she sees me. Quickly carry me away. 1 Chairman. Whither, an’t like your honour?
Bel. Ask no questions.
Enter L
Footman. Have you seen my lady, madam?
Bel. I am just come to wait upon her.
Footman. She will be glad to see you, madam. She sent me to you this morning to desire your company, and I was told you went out by five o’clock.
Bel. [aside]. More and more unlucky!
Footman. Will you walk in, madam?