_Wor._ Ladies, your Servant. _Aman._ Mr. _Loveless_, pray one Word with you before you go. _Lov. ~to~ Wor._] I'll overtake you, Sir: What wou'd my Dear? _Aman._ Only a Woman's foolish Question, How do you like my Cousin here? _Lov._ Jealous already, _Amanda_? _Aman._ Not at all; I ask you for another Reason. _Lov._ _Aside._] Whate'er her Reason be, I must not tell her true. [_To Aman._] Why, I confess she's handsome. But you must not think I slight your Kinswoman, if I own to you, of all the Women who may claim that Character, she is the last wou'd triumph in my Heart. _Aman._ I'm satisfy'd. _Lov._ Now tell me why you ask'd? _Aman._ At Night I will. Adieu. _Lov._ I'm yours. [_Kissing her._] [_Exit Lov._ _Aman._ [_Aside._] I'm glad to find he does not like her; for I have a great mind to persuade her to come and live with me. [_To Ber._] Now, dear _Berinthia_, let me enquire a little into your Affairs: for I do assure you, I am enough your Friend, to interest myself in every thing that concerns you. _Ber._ You formerly have given me such Proofs on't, I shou'd be very much to blame to doubt it; I am sorry I have no Secrets to trust you with, that I might convince you how entire a Confidence I durst repose in you. _Aman._ Why is it possible, that one so young and beautiful as you, shou'd live and have no Secrets? _Ber._ What Secrets do you mean? _Aman._ Lovers. _Ber._ O Twenty; but not one secret one amongst 'em. Lovers in this Age have too much Honour to do any thing under-hand; they do all above-board. _Aman._ That now, methinks, wou'd make me hate a Man. _Ber._ But the Women of the Town are of another mind: For by this means a Lady may, with the Expence of a few Coquet Glances, lead twenty Fools about in a String, for two or three Years together. Whereas, if she shou'd allow 'em greater Favours, and oblige 'em to Secrecy, she wou'd not keep one of 'em a Fortnight. _Aman._ There's something indeed in That to satisfy the Vanity of a Woman, but I can't comprehend how the Men find their Account in it. _Ber._ Their Entertainment, I must confess, is a Riddle to me. For there's very few of them ever get farther than a Bow and an Ogle. I have half a Score for my share, who follow me all over the Town; and at the Play, the Park, and the Church, do, with their Eyes, say the violent'st things to me----But I never hear any more of 'em. _Aman._ What can be the Reason of that? _Ber._ One Reason is, They don't know how to go farther. They have had so little Practice, they don't understand the Trade. But besides their Ignorance, you must know there is not one of my half-score Lovers but what follows half a score Mistresses. Now their Affections being divided amongst so many, are not strong enough for any one, to make 'em pursue her to the Purpose. Like a young Puppy in a Warren, they have a Flirt at all, and catch none.