|may be come. But let me tell you one thing by||115|
Enter her Maid, passing the stage, followed by
WOR. Hem, Mrs. Abigail, is your mistress to be spoken with?
AB. By you, sir, I believe she may.
WOR. Why 'tis by me I would have her spoken
AD. I'll acquaint her, sir. Exit ABIGAIL.
WOR. (solus). One lift more I must persuade her to give me, and then I'm mounted. Well, a young bawd and a handsome one for my money: 'tis they
|do the execution; I'll never go to an old one, but||10|
BER. Well, sir, what news bring you?
WOR. No news, madam: there's a woman going
|to cuckold her husband.||20|
WOR. I hope so.
BER. Speed her well.
WOR. Ay, but there must be a more than a God
|speed, or your charity won't be worth a farthing.||25|
BER. Why, han't I done enough already?
WOR. Not quite.
BER. What's the matter?
WOR. The lady has a scruple still, which you must
BER. What's that?
WOR. Her virtue ----- she says.
BER. And do you believe her?
WOR. No, but I believe it's what she takes for her
|virtue; it's some relics of lawful love: she is not||35|
|BER. And so I'm to be your engineer?||40|
BER. What think you of springing a mine? I have a thought just now come into my head, how to
|blow her up at once.||45|
WOR. That would be a thought, indeed!
BER. ----- Faith, I'll do't, and thus the execution of it shall be. We are all invited to my Lord Foppington's tonight to supper; he's come to town with
|his bride, and makes a ball, with an entertain||50|
|wife one lie, and I have told her another. But||55|
WOR. What's that?
BER. Why, I'll tell her, that to my certain knowl
|edge her husband has a rendezvous with his mis||60|
|Now, friend, this I fancy may help you to a||65|
|flesh in a heat from some contemplations upon||70|
WOR. (kneeling). Thou angel of right, let me fall
|down and adore thee!||75|
BER. Thou minister of darkness, get up again, for I hate to see the devil at his devotions.
WOR. Well, my incomparable Berinthia ----- how shall I requite you -----?
|BER. Oh, ne'er trouble yourself about that:||80|
WOR. Farewell, thou best of women.
Exeunt several ways.
Enter AMANDA, meeting BERINTHIA.
AMAN. Who was that went from you?
|BER. A friend of yours.||85|
AMAN. What does he want?
BER. Something you might spare him, and be ne'er the poorer.
AMAN. I can spare him nothing but my friendship;
|my love already's all disposed of: though, I con||90|
BER. Why, there's the mystery: you have been so bountiful you have cloyed him. Fond wives do by their husbands as barren wives do by their lap____________________