_L. Sh._ I thank you, sir; but Heaven that preserves me unlike her, will, I hope, make her more like me. But your fellow traveller--his relations themselves know not a just account of him. _Ld. H._ The original cause of his fever was a violent passion for a fine young woman he had not power to speak to, but I told her his regard for her as passionately as possible. _L. Sh._ You were to him what Mr. Campley has been to you--Whither am I running?--Poor, your friend--poor gentleman---- _Ld. H._ I hope then as Campley's eloquence is greater, so has been his success. _L. Sh._ My lord? _Ld. H._ Your ladyship's---- _Enter_ LADY HARRIOT. _L. Ha._ Undone! Undone! Tattleaid has found, by some means or other, that Campley brought my Lord Hardy hither; we are utterly ruined, my lady's coming. _Ld. H._ I'll stay and confront her. _L. Sh._ It must not be; we are too much in her power. _Enter_ CAMPLEY. _Cam._ Come, come, my lord, we're routed horse and foot. Down the back stairs, and so out. _Ladies._ Ay, ay. [_Exeunt._ _L. Ha._ I tremble every joint of me. _L. Sh._ I'm at a stand a little, but rage will recover me; she's coming in. _Enter_ WIDOW. _Wid._ Ladies, your servant. I fear I interrupt you; have you company? Lady Harriot, your servant; Lady Sharlot, your servant. What, not a word? Oh, I beg your ladyship's pardon. Lady Sharlot, did I say? My young Lady Brumpton, I wish you joy. _L. Sh._ Oh, your servant, Lady Dowager Brumpton. That's an appellation of much more joy to you. _Wid._ So smart, madam! but you should, methinks, have made one acquainted--Yet, madam, your conduct is seen through. _L. Sh._ My conduct, Lady Brumpton! _Wid._ Your conduct, Lady Sharlot! [_Coming up to each other._ _L. Sh._ Madam, 'tis you are seen through all your thin disguises. _Wid._ I seen? By whom? _L. Sh._ By an all-piercing eye, nay, by what you much more fear, the eye of the world. The world sees you, or shall see you. It shall know your secret intemperance, your public fasting--Loose poems in your closet, an homily on your toilet--Your easy, skilful, practised hypocrisy, by which you wrought upon your husband, basely to transfer the trust and ward of us, two helpless virgins, into the hands and care of--I cannot name it. You're a wicked woman. _L. Ha._ [_Aside._] O rare sister! 'Tis a fine thing to keep one's anger in stock by one. We that are angry and pleased every half-hour have nothing at all of all this high-flown fury! Why, she rages like a princess in a tragedy! Blessings on her tongue. _Wid._ Is this the effect of your morning lectures, your self-examination, all this fury? _L. Sh._ Yes it is, madam; if I take pains to govern my passions, it shall not give licence to others to govern them for me. _Wid._ Well, Lady Sharlot, however you ill deserve it of me, I shall take care, while there are locks and bars, to keep you from Lord Hardy--from being a leager lady, from carrying a knapsack.