_Wor._ Ha! What's here? my old Mistress, and so close, I'faith! I wou'd not spoil her Sport for the Universe. [_He retires._ _Ber._ O Ged----Now do I pray to Heaven, [_Exit ~Loveless~ running._] with all my Heart and Soul, that the Devil in Hell may take me, if ever----I was better pleas'd in my Life--This Man has bewitch'd me, that's certain. [_Sighing._] Well, I am condemn'd, but, Thanks to Heaven, I feel myself each Moment more and more prepar'd for my Execution--Nay, to that degree, I don't perceive I have the least fear of Dying. No, I find, let the Executioner be but a Man, and there's nothing will suffer with more Resolution than a Woman. Well, I never had but one Intrigue yet: But I confess I long to have another. Pray Heaven it end as the first did tho', that we may both grow weary at a time; for 'tis a melancholy thing for Lovers to outlive one another. _Enter ~Worthy~._ _Wor._ [_Aside._] This Discovery's a lucky one, I hope to make a happy use on't. That Gentlewoman there is no Fool; so I shall be able to make her understand her Interest. [_To_ Ber.] Your Servant, Madam; I need not ask you how you do, you have got so good a Colour. _Ber._ No better than I us'd to have, I suppose. _Wor._ A little more Blood in your Cheeks. _Ber._ The Weather's hot. _Wor._ If it were not, a Woman may have a Colour. _Ber._ What do you mean by that? _Wor._ Nothing. _Ber._ Why do you smile then? _Wor._ Because the Weather's hot. _Ber._ You'll never leave roguing, I see that. _Wor._ [_Putting his Finger to his Nose._] You'll never leave----I see that. _Ber._ Well, I can't imagine what you drive at. Pray tell me what you mean? _Wor._ Do you tell me, it's the same thing. _Ber._ I can't. _Wor._ Guess! _Ber._ I shall guess wrong. _Wor._ Indeed you won't. _Ber._ Psha! either tell, or let it alone. _Wor._ Nay, rather than let it alone, I will tell. But first I must put you in mind that, after what has past 'twixt you and I, very few things ought to be Secrets between us. _Ber._ Why what Secrets do we hide? I know of none. _Wor._ Yes, there are two; one I have hid from you, and t'other you wou'd hide from me. You are fond of _Loveless_, which I have discover'd; and I am fond of his Wife---- _Ber._ Which I have discover'd. _Wor._ Very well; now I confess your Discovery to be true, what do you say to mine? _Ber._ Why, I confess----I wou'd swear 'twere false, if I thought you were Fool enough to believe me. _Wor._ Now am I almost in Love with you again. Nay, I don't know but I might be quite so, had I made one short Campaign with _Amanda_. Therefore, if you find 'twould tickle your Vanity, to bring me down once more to your Lure, e'en help me quickly to dispatch her Business, that I may have nothing else to do, but to apply myself to yours. _Ber._ Do you then think, Sir, I am old enough to be a Bawd? _Wor._ No, but I think you are wise enough to----