_Aim_. No matter, child; will you guide me immediately to the house? _Cher_. With all my heart, sir; my Lady Bountiful is my godmother, and I love Mrs. Dorinda so well-- _Aim_. Dorinda! the name inspires me, the glory and the danger shall be all my own.--Come, my life, let me but get my sword. [_Exeunt_. ACT V., SCENE II. _A Bedchamber in Lady Bountifuls House. Mrs. Sullen and Dorinda discovered undressed; a table and lights_. _Dor_. 'Tis very late, sister, no news of your spouse yet? _Mrs. Sul_. No, I 'm condemned to be alone till towards four, and then perhaps I may be executed with his company. _Dor_. Well, my dear, I'll leave you to your rest; you 'll go directly to bed, I suppose? _Mrs. Sul_. I don't know what to do.--Heigh-ho! _Dor_. That's a desiring sigh, sister. _Mrs. Sul_. This is a languishing hour, sister. _Dor_. And might prove a critical minute if the pretty fellow were here. {11} _Mrs. Sul_. Here! what, in my bedchamber at two o'clock o' th' morning, I undressed, the family asleep, my hated husband abroad, and my lovely fellow at my feet!--O 'gad, sister! _Dor_. Thoughts are free, sister, and them I allow you.-- So, my dear, good night. _Mrs. Sul_. A good rest to my dear Dorinda!--[_Exit Dorinda_.] Thoughts free! are they so? Why, then, suppose him here, dressed like a youthful, gay, and burning bridegroom, {21} [Here Archer steals out of a closet behind. with tongue enchanting, eyes bewitching, knees imploring.] --[_Turns a little on one side and sees Archer in the posture she describes_.]--Ah!--[_Shrieks, and runs to the other side of the stage_.] Have my thoughts raised a spirit?--What are you, sir, a man or a devil? _Arch_. A man, a man, madam. [_Rising_. _Mrs. Sul_. How shall I be sure of it? _Arch_. Madam, I'll give you demonstration this minute. [_Takes her hand_. _Mrs. Sul_. What, sir! do you intend to be rude? {31} _Arch_. Yes, madam, if you please. _Mrs. Sul_. In the name of wonder, whence came ye? _Arch_. From the skies, madam--I'm a Jupiter in love, and you shall be my Alcmena. _Mrs. Sul_. How came you in? _Arch_. I flew in at the window, madam; your cousin Cupid lent me his wings, and your sister Venus opened the casement. _Mrs. Sul_. I 'm struck dumb with wonder! {40} _Arch_. And I--with admiration! [_Looks passionately at her_. _Mrs. Sul_. What will become of me? _Arch_. How beautiful she looks!--The teeming jolly Spring smiles in her blooming face, and, when she was conceived, her mother smelt to roses, looked on lilies-- Lilies unfold their white, their fragrant charms, When the warm sun thus darts into their arms. [_Runs to her_. _Mrs. Sul_. Ah! [_Shrieks_. _Arch_. 'Oons, madam, what d' ye mean? you 'll raise the house. {51}