isfied that no discovery I make shall ever hurt
you, but beware of my father! [_Exit_.

_Arch_. So! we're like to have as many adventures in
our inn as Don Quixote had in his. Let me see--
two thousand pounds--if the wench would promise
to die when the money were spent, egad, one would
marry her; but the fortune may go off in a year or
two, and the wife may live--Lord knows how long.
Then an innkeeper's daughter! ay, that's the
devil--there my pride brings me off. {268}

For whatsoe'er the sages charge on pride,
The angels' fall, and twenty faults beside,
On earth, I'm sure, 'mong us of mortal calling,
Pride saves man oft, and woman too, from falling.

[_Exit_.

ACT III., SCENE I

_The Gallery in Lady Bountiful's House.
Enter Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda_.

_Mrs. Su_., Ha! ha! ha! my dear sister, let me embrace
thee! now we are friends indeed; for I shall have a
secret of yours as a pledge for mine--now you'll be
good for something, I shall have you conversable in
the subjects of the sex.

_Dor_. But do you think that I am so weak as to fall in
love with a fellow at first sight?

_Mrs. Sul_. Psha! now you spoil all; why should not we
be as free in our friendships as the men? I warrant
you, the gentleman has got to his confidant already,
has avowed his passion, toasted your health, called
you ten thousand angels, has run over your lips,
eyes, neck, shape, air, and everything, in a description
that warms their mirth to a second enjoyment.

_Dor_. Your hand, sister, I an't well.

_Mrs. Sul_. So--she's breeding already--come, child, up
with it--hem a little--so--now tell me, don't you like
the gentleman that we saw at church just now?

_Dor_. The man's well enough.

_Mrs. Sul_. Well enough! is he not a demigod, a Narcissus,
a star, the man i' the moon? {21}

_Dor_. O sister, I'm extremely ill!

_Mrs. Sul_. Shall I send to your mother, child, for a little
of her cephalic plaster to put to the soles of your
feet, or shall I send to the gentleman for something
for you? Come, unlace your stays, unbosom yourself.
The man is perfectly a pretty fellow; I saw
him when he first came into church.

_Dor_. I saw him too, sister, and with an air that shone,
methought, like rays about his person. {30}

_Mrs. Sul_. Well said, up with it!

_Dor_. No forward coquette behaviour, no airs to set him
off, no studied looks nor artful posture--but Nature
did