L. Froth.
Oh, no, I love it violently,—my dear you're melancholly.
Ld. Froth.
No, my dear; I'm but just awake.—
L. Froth.
Snuff some of my Spirit of Hartshorn.
Ld. Froth.
I've some of my own, thank you, my dear.
L. Froth.
Well, I swear, Mr. Brisk, you understood Astro∣nomy like an old Egyptian.
Brisk.
Not comparable to your Ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of the Skies, and Queen of Stars.
L. Froth.
That's because I've no light, but what's by Re∣flection from you, who are the Sun.
Brisk.
O Jesu! Madam, you have Eclip•…•…'d me quite let me perish.—I can't answer that.
L. Froth.
No matter,—heark'ee, shall you and I make an Almanack together.
Brisk.
With all my Soul,—your Ladyship has made me the Man in't already, I'm •…•… full of the Wounds which you have given.
L. Froth.
O finely taken! I swear, now you are even with me, O Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of Wit.
Sir P.
So he has, gad'sbud, and so has your Ladyship.
Enter Lady Plyant, Careless, Cynthia.
L. P.
You tell me most surprizing things; bless me who would ever trust a man? O my heart akes for fear they should be all deceitful alike.
Care.
You need not fear, Madam, you have Charms to fix Inconstancy it self.
L. P.
O dear, you make me blush.
Ld. Froth.
Come my dear, shall we take leave of my Lord and Lady.
Cynt.
They'll wait upon your Lordship presently.
L. Froth.
Mr. Brisk. my Coach shall set you down.
A great shrick from the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of the Stage.
Lady Touchwood runs out affrighted, my Lord after 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪ like a Parson.
L. Touch.
O I'm betray'd,—save me, help me.
Ld. Touch.
Now what Evasion, Strumpet?