and clash.

BELL. How never like! marry, Hymen forbid. But this it is to run so
extravagantly in debt; I have laid out such a world of love in your
service, that you think you can never be able to pay me all. So shun me
for the same reason that you would a dun.

BELIN. Ay, on my conscience, and the most impertinent and troublesome of
duns--a dun for money will be quiet, when he sees his debtor has not
wherewithal. But a dun for love is an eternal torment that never rests--

BELL. Until he has created love where there was none, and then gets it
for his pains. For importunity in love, like importunity at Court, first
creates its own interest and then pursues it for the favour.

ARAM. Favours that are got by impudence and importunity, are like
discoveries from the rack, when the afflicted person, for his ease,
sometimes confesses secrets his heart knows nothing of.

VAIN. I should rather think favours, so gained, to be due rewards to
indefatigable devotion. For as love is a deity, he must be served by
prayer.

BELIN. O Gad, would you would all pray to love, then, and let us alone.

VAIN. You are the temples of love, and 'tis through you, our devotion
must be conveyed.

ARAM. Rather poor silly idols of your own making, which upon the least
displeasure you forsake and set up new. Every man now changes his
mistress and his religion as his humour varies, or his interest.

VAIN. O madam--

ARAM. Nay, come, I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great
danger of being dull. If my music-master be not gone, I'll entertain you
with a new song, which comes pretty near my own opinion of love and your
sex. Who's there? Is Mr. Gavot gone? [_Calls_.]

FOOT. Only to the next door, madam. I'll call him.

SCENE VIII.

ARAMINTA, BELINDA, VAINLOVE, _and_ BELLMOUR.

BELL. Why, you won't hear me with patience.

ARAM. What's the matter, cousin?

BELL. Nothing, madam, only--

BELIN. Prithee hold thy tongue. Lard, he has so pestered me with flames
and stuff, I think I sha'n't endure the sight of a fire this twelvemonth.

BELL. Yet all can't melt that cruel frozen heart.

BELIN. O Gad, I hate your hideous fancy--you said that once before--if
you must talk impertinently, for Heaven's sake let it be with variety;
don't come always, like the devil, wrapt in flames. I'll not hear a
sentence more, that begins with an 'I burn'--or an 'I beseech you,
madam.'

BELL. But tell me how yo