_Cam._ Yes, you did in your using me ill; for if you did not assume upon the score of my pretending to you, how do you answer to yourself some parts of your behaviour to me as a gentleman? 'Tis trivial, all this, in you, and derogates from the good sense I know you mistress of. Do but consider, madam, I have long loved you, bore with your fantastic humour through all its mazes. Nay, do not frown, for 'tis no better. I say I have bore with this humour, but would you have me with an unmanly servitude feed it? No, I love you with too sincere, too honest a devotion, and would have your mind as faultless as your person, which 'twould be, if you'd lay aside this vanity of being pursued with sighs, with flatteries, with nonsense [_She walks about less violently, but more confused._]--Oh! my heart aches at the disturbance which I give her, but she must not see it. [_Aside._]--Had I not better tell you of it now, than when your are in my power? I should be then too generous to thwart your inclination. _L. Ha._ That is indeed very handsomely said. Why should I not obey reason as soon as I see it? [_Aside._]--Since so, Mr. Campley, I can as ingenuously as I should then, acknowledge that I have been in an error. [_Looking down on her fan._ _Cam._ Nay, that's too great a condescension. Oh! excellence! I repent! I see 'twas but justice in you to demand my knees [_kneeling_], my sighs, my constant, tenderest regard and service. And you shall have 'em, since you are above 'em. _L. Ha._ Nay, Mr. Campley, you won't recall me to a fault you have so lately shown me. I will not suffer this--no more ecstasies! But pray, sir, what was't you did to get my sister out of the room? _Cam._ You may know it, and I must desire you to assist my Lord Hardy there, who writ to her by me; for he is no ravisher, as you called me just now. He is now in the house, and I would fain gain an interview. _L. Ha._ That they may have, but they'll make little use of it; for the tongue is the instrument of speech to us of a lower form: They are of that high order of lovers, who know none but eloquent silence, and can utter themselves only by a gesture that speaks their passion inexpressible, and what not fine things. _Cam._ But pray let's go into your sister's closet while they are together. _L. Ha._ I swear I don't know how to see my sister--she'll laugh me to death to see me out of my pantofles,[25] and you and I thus familiar. However, I know she'll approve it. _Cam._ You may boast yourself an heroine to her, and the first woman that was ever vanquished by hearing truth, and had sincerity enough to receive so rough an obligation as being made acquainted with her faults. Come, madam, stand your ground bravely, we'll march in to her thus. [_She leaning on_ CAMPLEY. _L. Ha._ Who'll believe a woman's anger more? I've betrayed the whole sex to you, Mr. Campley. [_Exeunt._ _Re-enter_ LORD HARDY _and_ CAMPLEY.