SCENE I.
INdeed, Madam! Is it Possible your Ladyship could have been so much in Love?
I could not sleep; I did not sleep one wink for Three Weeks together.
Prodigious! I wonder, want of sleep, and so much Love, and so much Wit as your Ladyship has, did not turn your Brain.
O my Dear Cynthia, you must not rally your Friend,—but really, as you say, I wonder too,—but then I had a way.—For between you and I, I had Whymsies and Vapours, but I gave them vent.
How pray, Madam?
O I Writ, Writ abundantly,—do you never Write?
Write, what?
Songs, Elegies, Satyrs, Encomiums, Pane∣gyricks, Lampoons, Plays, or Heroick Poems.
O Lord, not I, Madam; I'm content to be a Courteous Reader.
O Inconsistent! In Love, and not Write! if my Lord and I had been both of your Temper, we had never come together,—O bless me! What a sad thing would that have been, if my Lord and I should never have met!
Then neither my Lord and you would ever have met with your Match, on my Conscience.
O' my Conscience no more we should; thou say'st right—for sure my Lord Froth is as fine a Gen∣tleman, and as much a Man of Quality! Ah! Nothing at