ed the whole house, and can't find
him: where is he? {110}

_Aim_. No matter, child; will you guide me immediately
to the house?

_Cher_. With all my heart, sir; my Lady Bountiful is my
godmother, and I love Mrs. Dorinda so well--

_Aim_. Dorinda! the name inspires me, the glory and the
danger shall be all my own.--Come, my life, let me
but get my sword. [_Exeunt_.

ACT V., SCENE II.

_A Bedchamber in Lady Bountifuls House.
Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda discovered undressed;
a table and lights_.

_Dor_. 'Tis very late, sister, no news of your spouse yet?

_Mrs. Sul_. No, I 'm condemned to be alone till towards
four, and then perhaps I may be executed with his
company.

_Dor_. Well, my dear, I'll leave you to your rest; you 'll
go directly to bed, I suppose?

_Mrs. Sul_. I don't know what to do.--Heigh-ho!

_Dor_. That's a desiring sigh, sister.

_Mrs. Sul_. This is a languishing hour, sister.

_Dor_. And might prove a critical minute if the pretty
fellow were here. {11}

_Mrs. Sul_. Here! what, in my bedchamber at two o'clock
o' th' morning, I undressed, the family asleep, my
hated husband abroad, and my lovely fellow at my
feet!--O 'gad, sister!

_Dor_. Thoughts are free, sister, and them I allow you.--
So, my dear, good night.

_Mrs. Sul_. A good rest to my dear Dorinda!--[_Exit
Dorinda_.] Thoughts free! are they so? Why,
then, suppose him here, dressed like a youthful, gay,
and burning bridegroom, {21}

[Here Archer steals out of a closet behind.
with tongue enchanting, eyes bewitching, knees
imploring.]

--[_Turns a little on one side and sees
Archer in the posture she describes_.]--Ah!--[_Shrieks,
and runs to the other side of the stage_.] Have my
thoughts raised a spirit?--What are you, sir, a man
or a devil?

_Arch_. A man, a man, madam. [_Rising_.

_Mrs. Sul_. How shall I be sure of it?

_Arch_. Madam, I'll give you demonstration this minute.

[_Takes her hand_.

_Mrs. Sul_. What, sir! do you intend to be rude? {31}

_Arch_. Yes, madam, if you please.

_Mrs. Sul_. In the name of wonder, whence came ye?

_Arch_. From the skies, madam--I'm a Jupiter in love,
and you shall be my Alcmena.

_Mrs. Sul_. How came you in?

_Arch_. I flew in at the window, madam; your cousin
Cupid lent me his wings, and your sister Venus
opened the casement.

_Mrs. Sul_. I 'm struck dumb with wonder!