_Wor._ I'm under Sail already. Adieu. [_Exit ~Wor~._ _Ber._ _Bon Voyage._ _Sola._ So, here's fine Work. What a Business have I undertaken! I'm a very pretty Gentlewoman, truly; but there was no avoiding it: He'd have ruin'd me, if I had refus'd him. Besides, faith, I begin to fancy there may be as much pleasure in carrying on another body's Intrigue, as one's own. This at least is certain, it exercises almost all the entertaining Faculties of a Woman: For there's employment for Hypocrisy, Invention, Deceit, Flattery, Mischief, and Lying. _Enter ~Amanda~, her Woman following her._ _Wom._ If you please, Madam, only to say, whether you'll have me to buy 'em or not. _Aman._ Yes, no, go fiddle; I care not what you do. Pr'ythee leave me. _Wom._ I have done. [_Exit Wom._ _Ber._ What in the Name of _Jove_'s the matter with you? _Aman._ The matter, _Berinthia_! I'm almost mad, I'm plagu'd to death. _Ber._ Who is it that plagues you? _Aman._ Who do you think shou'd plague a Wife, but her Husband? _Ber._ O ho, is it come to that? We shall have you wish yourself a Widow by and by. _Aman._ Wou'd I were any thing but what I am! A base ungrateful Man, after what I have done for him, to use me thus! _Ber._ What, he has been ogling now, I'll warrant you? _Aman._ Yes, he has been ogling. _Ber._ And so you are jealous? Is that all? _Aman._ That all! Is jealousy then nothing? _Ber._ It shou'd be nothing, if I were in your Case. _Aman._ Why, what wou'd you do? _Ber._ I'd cure myself. _Aman._ How? _Ber._ Let Blood in the fond Vein: Care as little for my Husband as he did for me. _Aman._ That would not stop his Course. _Ber._ Nor nothing else, when the Wind's in the warm Corner. Look you, _Amanda_, you may build Castles in the Air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no Man worth having is true to his Wife, or can be true to his Wife, or ever was, or ever will be so. _Aman._ Do you then really think he's false to me? for I did but suspect him. _Ber._ Think so? I know he's so. _Aman._ Is it possible? Pray tell me what you know. _Ber._ Don't press me then to name Names; for that I have sworn I won't do. _Aman._ Well, I won't; but let me know all you can without Perjury. _Ber._ I'll let you know enough to prevent any wise Woman's dying of the Pip; and I hope you'll pluck up your Spirits, and shew, upon occasion, you can be as good a Wife as the best of 'em. _Aman._ Well, what a Woman, can do I'll endeavour.