woman, full of my sex, a gentle, generous soul -- easy and yielding to soft desires; a spacious heart, where Love and all his train might lodge. And must the fair apartment of my breast be made a stable for a brute to lie in? 525
DOR. Meaning your husband, I suppose?
MRS. SUL. Husband I no, -- even husband is too soft a name for him. -- But, come, I expect my brother here tonight or tomorrow; he was abroad when my father married me; perhaps he'll find 530 a way to make me easy.
DOR. Will you promise not to make yourself easy in the meantime with my lord's friend?
MRS. SUL. You mistake me, sister. It happens with us as among the men, the greatest talkers 535 are the greatest cowards; and there's a reason for it; those spirits evaporate in prattle, which might do more mischief if they took another course. -- Though, to confess the truth, I do love that fellow; -- and if I met him dressed as he should be, and I un 540 dressed as I should be -- look ye, sister, I have no supernatural gifts -- I can't swear I could resist the temptation; though I can safely promise to avoid it; and that's as much as the best of us can do.
Exeunt MRS. SULLEN and DORINDA.
Enter AIMWELLand ARCHER, laughing.
ARCH. And the awkward kindness of the good motherly old gentlewoman -----
AIM. And the coming easiness of the young one -- 'Sdeath, 'tis pity to deceive her!
ARCH. Nay, if you adhere to those principles, 5 stop where you are.
AIM. I can't stop; for I love her to distraction.
ARCH. 'Sdeath, if you love her a hair's breadth beyond discretion, you must go no farther.
AIM. Well, well, anything to deliver us from 10 sauntering away our idle evenings at White's, Tom's, or Will's,1 and be stinted to bear looking at our old acquaintance, the cards, because our impotent pockets can't afford us a guinea for the mercenary drabs. 15
ARCH. Or be obliged to some purse-proud coxcomb for a scandalous bottle, where we must not pretend to our share of the discourse, because we can't pay our club2 o'th' reckoning. Damn it, I had rather sponge upon Morris,3? and sup upon a 20 dish of bohea4 scored behind the door!
AIM. And there expose our want of sense by talking criticisms, as we should our want of money by railing at the government.
ARCH. Or be obliged to sneak into the side- 25 box, and between both houses steal two acts of a play,5 and because we han't money to see the other three, we come away discontented, and damn the whole five.
AIM. And ten thousand such rascally tricks-- 30 had we outlived our fortunes among our acquaintance. -- But now -----
ARCH. Ay, now is the time to prevent all this. - Strike while the iron is hot. --This priest is the luckiest part of our adventure; he shad marry 35 you, and pimp for me.
AIM. But I should not like a woman that can be so fond of a Frenchman.
ARCH. Alas, sir! Necessity has no law. The lady may be in distress; perhaps she has a confounded 40 husband, and her revenge may carry her farther than her love. -- Igad, I have so good an opinion of her, and of myself, that I begin to fancy strange things; and we must say this for the honor of our women, and indeed of ourselves, that they do stick to 45 their men as they do to their Magna Charta. If the plot lies as I suspect, I must put on the gentleman. -- But here comes the doctor. -- I shall be ready.
FOI. Sauve you, noble friend.
AIM. O sir, your servant! Pray, doctor, may 50 I crave your name?
FOI. Fat naam is upon me? My naam is Foigard, joy.
AIM. Foigard! a very good name for a clergyman.6 Pray, Doctor Foigard, were you ever in Ire 55 land?
FOI. Ireland! no, joy. Fat sort of plaace is dat saam Ireland? Dey say de people are catched dere when dey are young.
Aim. And some of 'em when they're old-as 60 for example.- (Takes FOIGARD by the shoulder.) Sir, I arrest you as a traitor against the government; you're a subject of England, and this morning showed me a commission, by which you served as chaplain in the French army. This is death by our law, 65 and your reverence must hang for't.
FOI. Upon my shoul, noble friend, dis is strange news you tell me! Fader Foigard a subject of England! de son of a burgomaster of Brussels a subject of England! ubooboo7 ----- 70____________________