[To her] Lucy.
Bless me! you frighted me; I thought he had been come again, and had heard me.
LUCY.Lord, madam, I met your lover in as much haste as if he had been going for a midwife.
SILV.He's going for a parson, girl, the forerunner of a midwife, some nine months hence.Well, I find dissembling to our *** is as natural as swimming to a negro; we may depend upon our skill to save us at a plunge, though till then, we never make the experiment.But how hast thou succeeded?
LUCY.As you would wish--since there is no reclaiming Vainlove.Ihave found out a pique she has taken at him, and have framed a letter that makes her sue for reconciliation first.I know that will do--walk in and I'll show it you.Come, madam, you're like to have a happy time on't; both your love and anger satisfied! All that can charm our *** conspire to please you.
That woman sure enjoys a blessed night, Whom love and vengeance both at once delight.
