{449}

_Dor_. Because I was never spoke to.--My lord has told
me that I have more wit and beauty than any
of my sex; and truly I begin to think the man is
sincere.

_Mrs. Sul_. You're in the right, Dorinda; pride is the
life of a woman, and flattery is our daily bread; and
she's a fool that won't believe a man there, as much
as she that believes him in anything else. But I 'll
lay you a guinea that I had finer things said to me
than you had.

_Dor_. Done! What did your fellow say to ye? {460}

_Mrs. Sul_. My fellow took the picture of Venus for mine.

_Dor_. But my lover took me for Venus herself.

_Mrs. Sul_. Common cant! Had my spark called me a
Venus directly, I should have believed him a footman
in good earnest.

_Dor_. But my lover was upon his knees to me.

_Mrs. Sul_. And mine was upon his tiptoes to me.

_Dor_. Mine vowed to die for me. {468}

_Mrs. Sul_. Mine swore to die with me.

_Dor_. Mine spoke the softest moving things.

_Mrs. Sul_. Mine had his moving things too.

_Dor_. Mine kissed my hand ten thousand times,

_Mrs. Sul_. Mine has all that pleasure to come.

_Dor_. Mine offered marriage.

_Mrs. Sul_. O Lard! d' ye call that a moving thing? {475}

_Dor_. The sharpest arrow in his quiver, my dear sister!
Why, my ten thousand pounds may lie brooding
here this seven years, and hatch nothing at last
but some ill-natured clown like yours. Whereas if
I marry my Lord Aimwell, there will be titled, place,
and precedence, the Park, the play, and the
drawing-room, splendour, equipage, noise, and
flambeaux.--_Hey, my Lady Aimwell's servants
there!--Lights, lights to the stairs!--My Lady
Aimwell's coach put forward!--Stand by make
room for her ladyship!_--Are not these things
moving?--What! melancholy of a sudden? {487}

_Mrs. Sul_. Happy, happy sister! your angel has been
watchful for your happiness, whilst mine has
slept regardless of his charge. Long smiling years
of circling joys for you, but not one hour for
me! [_Weeps_.

_Dor_. Come, my dear, we 'll talk of something else.

_Mrs. Sul_. O Dorinda! I own myself a woman, full of
my sex, a gentle, generous soul, easy and yielding
to soft desires; a spacious heart, where love and all
his train might lodge. And must the fair apartment
of my breast be made a stable for a brute to lie in?

_Dor_. Meaning your husband, I suppose? {499}

_Mrs. Sul_.