_L. Sh._ Knapsack! Do you upbraid the poverty your own wicked arts have brought him to? Knapsack! O grant me patience! Can I hear this of the man I love? Knapsack! I have not words. [_Stamps about the room._ _Wid._ I leave you to cool upon it; love and anger are very warm passions. [_Exit._ _L. Ha._ She has locked us in. _L. Sh._ Knapsack? Well, I will break walls to go to him. I could sit down and cry my eyes out! Dear sister, what a rage have I been in? Knapsack! I'll give vent to my just resentment. Oh, how shall I avoid this base woman; how meet that excellent man! What an helpless condition are you and I in now! If we run into the world, that youth and innocence which should demand assistance does but attract invaders. Will Providence guard us? How do I see that our sex is naturally indigent of protection! I hope 'tis in fate to crown our loves; for 'tis only in the protection of men of honour that we are naturally truly safe-- And woman's happiness, for all her scorn, Is only by that side whence she was born. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I.--LORD HARDY'S _Lodgings._ _Enter_ LORD HARDY, CAMPLEY, _and_ TRIM. _Ld. H._ That jade Tattleaid saw me upon the stairs, for I had not patience to keep my concealment, but must peep out to see what was become of you. _Cam._ But we have advice, however, it seems, from the garrison already--this mistress of Trim's is a mighty lucky accident. _Trim._ Ay, gentlemen, she has free egress and regress, and you know the French are the best-bred people in the world--she'll be assistant. But, 'faith, I have one scruple that hangs about me; and that is, look you, my lord, we servants have no masters in their absence. In a word, when I am with mademoiselle I talk of your lordship as only a particular acquaintance; that I do business indeed for you sometimes. I must needs say, cries I, that indeed my Lord Hardy is really a person I have a great honour for. _Ld. H._ Pish! is that all? I understand you; your mistress does not know that you do me the honour to clean my shoes or so, upon occasion. Pr'ythee, Will, make yourself as considerable as you please. _Trim._ Well, then, your lesson is this. She, out of respect to me, and understanding Mr. Campley was an intimate of my friend, my Lord Hardy, and condescending (though she is of a great house in France) to make manteaus for the improvement of the English--which gives her easy admittance--she, I say, moved by these promises,[26] has vouchsafed to bring a letter from my Lady Harriot to Mr. Campley, and came to me to bring her to him. You are to understand also that she is dressed in the latest French cut; her dress is the model of their habit, and herself of their manners. For she is--but you shall see her. [_Exit._ _Ld. H._ This gives me some life! Cheer up, Tom--but behold the solemnity. Do you see Trim's gallantry? I shall laugh out. _Enter_ TRIM _leading in_ MADEMOISELLE.