_Arch._ So--we're like to have as many adventures in our inn, as Don Quixotte had in his--Let me see--two thousand pounds! if the wench would promise to die when the money were spent, egad, one would marry her; but the fortune may go off in a year or two, and the wife may live--Lord knows how long! then an innkeeper's daughter; ay, that's the devil--there my pride brings me off. For whatsoe'er the sages charge on pride, The angels' fall, and twenty faults beside, On earth, I'm sure, 'mong us of mortal calling, Pride saves man oft, and woman too, from falling. [_Exit._ ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. LADY BOUNTIFUL'S _House_. _Enter_ MRS. SULLEN _and_ DORINDA. _Mrs. Sul._ Ha! ha! ha! my dear sister, let me embrace thee: now we are friends indeed; for I shall have a secret of yours, as a pledge for mine. _Dor._ But do you think that I am so weak as to fall in love with a fellow at first sight? _Mrs. Sul._ Pshaw! now you spoil all; why should not we be as free in our friendships as the men? I warrant you, the gentleman has got to his confidant already, has avowed his passion, toasted your health, and called you ten thousand angels. _Dor._ Your hand, sister, I an't well. _Mrs. Sul._ So--come, child, up with it--hem a little--so--now, tell me, don't you like the gentleman that we saw at church just now? _Dor._ The man's well enough. _Mrs. Sul._ Well enough! Is he not a demigod, a Narcissus, a star, the man i'the moon? _Dor._ O, sister, I'm extremely ill. _Mrs. Sul._ Come, unbosom yourself--the man is perfectly a pretty fellow; I saw him when he first came into church. _Dor._ I saw him too, sister, and with an air that shone, methought, like rays about his person. _Mrs. Sul._ Well said, up with it. _Dor._ No forward coquette behaviour, no airs to set himself off, no studied looks nor artful posture,--but nature did it all. _Mrs. Sul._ Better and better----One touch more; come-- _Dor._ But, then his looks--Did you observe his eyes? _Mrs. Sul._ Yes, yes, I did--his eyes; well, what of his eyes? _Dor._ Sprightly, but not wandering; they seemed to view, but never gazed on any thing but me--and then his looks so humble were, and yet so noble, that they aimed to tell me, that he could with pride die at my feet, though he scorned slavery any where else. _Mrs. Sul._ The physic works purely--How d'ye find yourself now, my dear? _Dor._ Hem! much better, my dear.--O, here comes our Mercury.-- _Enter_ SCRUB. Well, Scrub, what news of the gentleman? _Scrub._ Madam, I have brought you a whole packet of news. _Dor._ Open it quickly; come.