SCENE I.
BY my Troth, Madam, if all Ladies should follow your Exam∣ple, Solitude wou'd make them soon turn honest; and then where were the Employment for Wit and Scandal? You need not be in such a Terror of my Master, he sleeps as sound as a Top; and should Mr. Wildman come in the Interim, we might introduce him to your Ladyship without his being the wiser.
I hear knocking at the Gate; go see if your Master be awake. Why do I tremble thus? I neither distrust my Vertue, nor his Care of it. Yet a secret Guilt condemns me, because I exceed in Form. If the Shadow of an Injury gives such Uneasiness, what do they suffer by Remorse who actually offend?
My Life! my charming, bright Olivia!
Alas, Mr. Wildman, these Transports are not my Due; you know I am honest; neither my Husband nor you can make me other∣wise: Therefore urged by your Thousand Importunities, I have in∣deed sent for you, but 'tis to forbid any more Billet Douxes, not one Love Letter more, as you hope to have all those kindly received which you shall dispatch to your next Mistress.
You amaze me, Madam!
Secondly, no Corrupting Presents to my Woman; no at∣tempting her weak Vertue, in hopes to prevail upon her Ladies; for the first moment I suspect it, I shall be offended at you, and send her packing, to carry you the News of it.
I was afraid I should suffer as an Accomplice.
Thirdly, no extravagant Civilities to Mr. Smyrna; no re∣turning cold Affronts with fond Caresses; no carrying him to the