traw-bed the easiest I have lain in--for--I cannot tell
how long!

My clothes will sell for what will keep me there, perhaps as long as I
shall live. But, Lovelace, dear Lovelace, I will call you; for you have
cost me enough, I'm sure!--don't let me be made a show of, for my
family's sake; nay, for your own sake, don't do that--for when I know all
I have suffered, which yet I do not, and no matter if I never do--I may
be apt to rave against you by name, and tell of all your baseness to a
poor humbled creature, that once was as proud as any body--but of what I
can't tell--except of my own folly and vanity--but let that pass--since
I am punished enough for it--

So, suppose, instead of Bedlam, it were a private mad-house, where nobody
comes!--That will be better a great deal.

But, another thing, Lovelace: don't let them use me cruelly when I am
there--you have used me cruelly enough, you know!--Don't let them use me
cruelly; for I will be very tractable; and do as any body would have me
to do--except what you would have me do--for that I never will.--Another
thing, Lovelace: don't let this good woman, I was going to say vile
woman; but don't tell her that--because she won't let you send me to this
happy refuge, perhaps, if she were to know it--

Another thing, Lovelace: and let me have pen, and ink, and paper, allowed
me--it will be all my amusement--but they need not send to any body I
shall write to, what I write, because it will but trouble them: and
somebody may do you a mischief, may be--I wish not that any body do any
body a mischief upon my account.

You tell me, that Lady Betty Lawrance, and your cousin Montague, were
here to take leave of me; but that I was asleep, and could not be waked.
So you told me at first I was married, you know, and that you were my
husband--Ah! Lovelace! look to what you say.--But let not them, (for they
will sport with my misery,) let not that Lady Betty, let not that Miss
Montague, whatever the real ones may do; nor Mrs. Sinclair neither, nor
any of her lodgers, nor her nieces, come to see me in my place--real
ones, I say; for, Lovelace, I shall find out all your villanies in time--
indeed I shall--so put me there as soon as you can--it is for your good--
then all will pass for ravings that I can say, as, I doubt no many poor
creatures' exclamations do pass, though there may be too much truth in
them for all that--and you know I began to be mad at Hampstead--so you
said.--Ah! vi