DOR. [aside]. A ruelle is a pretty cage for a singing fop, indeed.
|Y. BELL. (reads the song).||150|
How charming Phillis, how fair!
Ah, that she were as willing
To ease my wounded heart of care,
And make her eyes less killing.
And love will not let me rest; I drive about the Park and bow,
I sigh, I sigh, I languish now, 155
Still as I meet my dearest.
SIR FOP. Sing it! sing it, man; it goes to a pretty
|new tune which I am confident was made||160|
MED. Sing it yourself, Sir Fopling; he does not know the tune.
SIR FOP. I'll venture. (SIR FOPLING sings.)
|DOR. Ay, marry! now'tis something. I shall||165|
MED. After the French way.
SIR FOP. That I aimed at. Does it not give you
|a lively image of the thing? Slap! down goes||170|
[He bows and grimaces.]
DOR. It does, indeed, I perceive, Sir Fopling. You'll be the very head of the sparks who are lucky in compositions of this nature.
Enter SIR FOPLING'S Footman.
|SIR FOP. La Tour, is the bath ready?||175|
FOOTM. Yes, sir.
SIR FOP. Adieu donc, mes chers.
Exit SIR FOPLING.
MED. When have you your revenge on Loveit, Dorimant?
|DOR. I will but change my linen and about||180|
MED. The powerful considerations which hindered have been removed then?
DOR. Most luckily this morning. You must
|along with me; my reputation lies at stake||185|
MED. I am engaged to Bellair.
DOR. What's your business?
MED. Ma-tri-mony, an't like you.
|DOR. It does not, sir.||190|
Y. BELL. It may in time, Dorimant: what think you of Mrs. Harriet?
DOR. What does she think of me?
Y. BELL. I am confident she loves you.
|DOR. How does it appear?||195|
Y. BELL. Why, she's never well but when she's talking of you -- but then, she finds all the faults in you she can. She laughs at all who commend you -- but then, she speaks ill of all who do not.
|DOR. Women of her temper betray them||200|
|Y. BELL. My father is in love with Emilia.||205|
DOR. That is a good warrant for your proceedings. Go on and prosper; I must to Loveit. Medley, I am sorry you cannot be a witness.
MED. Make her meet Sir Fopling again in the
|same place and use him ill before me.||210|
DOR. That may be brought about, I think. I'll be at your aunt's anon and give you joy, Mr. Bellair.
Y. BELL. You had not best think of Mrs. Harriet too much; without church security there's no
|taking up3 there.||215|
DOR. I may fall into the snare too. But --
The wise will find a difference in our fate;
You wed a woman, good estate. Exeunt.
[The street before MRS. LOVEIT'S lodgings.]
Enter the chair with BELLINDA; the men set it down and open it. BELLINDA starting.
BELL. (surprised). Lord, where am I? -- in the Mail! Whither have you brought me?
1 CHAIRM. You gave us no directions, madam.
BELL. (aside). The fright I was in made me forget
1 CHAIRM. We use to carry a lady from the Squire's hither.
BELL. (aside). This is Loveit: I am undone if she sees me. -- Quickly, carry me away!
|1 CHAIRM. Whither, an't like your honor?||10|
BELL. Ask no questions --
Enter MRS. LOVEIT'S Footman.
FOOTM. Have you seen my lady, madam?
BELL. I am just come to wait upon her.
FOOTM. She will be glad to see you, madam. She
|sent me to you this morning to desire your com||15|
BELL. (aside). More and more unlucky!
FOOTM. Will you walk in, madam?
BELL. I'll discharge my chair and follow. Tell
|your mistress I am here. Exit Footman. ([BEL||20|