_Wid._ Come, good folks, I find we are very free with each other. What makes you two here? Do you board my lord, or he you? Come, come, ten shillings a head will go a great way in a family. What do you say, Mrs. Campley, is it so? Does your ladyship go to market yourself? Nay, you're in the right of it. Come, can you imagine what makes my lord stay? He is not now with his land-steward. Not signing leases, I hope? Ha! ha! ha! _Cam._ Hang her, to have more tongue than a man and his wife too. [_Aside._ _Enter_ LORD HARDY. _Ld. H._ Because your ladyship is, I know, in very much pain in company you have injured, I'll be short--Open those doors--There lies your husband's, my father's body; and by you stands the man accuses you of poisoning him. _Wid._ Of poisoning him! _Tru._ The symptoms will appear upon the corpse. _Ld. H._ But I am seized by nature--How shall I view, a breathless lump of clay, him whose high veins conveyed to me this vital force and motion? I cannot bear that sight-- I am as fixed and motionless as he-- [_They open the coffin, out of which jumps_ LADY SHARLOT.[33] Art thou the ghastly shape my mind had formed? Art thou the cold, inanimate--bright maid? Thou giv'st new higher life to all around. Whither does fancy, fired with love, convey me? Whither transported by my pleasing fury? The season vanishes at thy approach; 'Tis morn, 'tis spring-- Daisies and lillies strow thy flowery way. Why is my fair unmoved--my heavenly fair? Does she but smile at my exalted rapture? _L. Sh._ Oh! sense of praise, to me unfelt before, Speak on, speak on, and charm my attentive ear. How sweet applause is from an honest tongue! Thou lov'st my mind--hast well affection placed; In what, nor time, nor age, nor care, nor want can alter. Oh, how I joy in thee, my eternal lover; Immutable as the object of thy flame! I love, I am proud, I triumph that I love. Pure, I approach thee; nor did I with empty shows, Gorgeous attire, or studied negligence, Or song, or dance, or ball, allure thy soul; Nor want, or fear, such arts to keep or lose it: Nor now with fond reluctance doubt to enter My spacious, bright abode, this gallant heart.[34] [_Reclines on_ HARDY. _L. Ha._ Ay, marry, these are high doings indeed; the greatness of the occasion has burst their passion into speech. Why, Mr Campley, when we are near these fine folks, you and I are but mere sweethearts. I protest I'll never be won so; you shall begin again with me. _Cam._ Prithee, why dost name us poor animals? They have forgot there are such creatures as their old acquaintance Tom and Harriot. _Ld. H._ So we did indeed, but you'll pardon us. _Cam._ My lord, I never thought to see the minute wherein I should rejoice at your forgetting me, but now I do heartily. [_Embracing._ _L. Sh._ Harriot.} }[_Embracing._] _L. Ha._ Sharlot.}