_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; heigho! _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. _Mrs. Sul._ Here? what, in my bedchamber, at two o'clock i'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. [_Exit._ _Mrs. Sul._ A good rest to my dear Dorinda----Thoughts free! are they so? why, then, suppose him here, dressed like a youthful, gay, and burning bridegroom, [ARCHER _steals out of the Closet_.] 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? _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 admiration. _Arch._ And I with wonder. [_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 do you mean? you'll raise the house. _Mrs. Sul._ Sir, I'll wake the dead, before I bear this. What! approach me with the freedoms of a keeper! I'm glad on't; your impudence has cured me. _Arch._ If this be impudence, [_Kneels._] I leave to your partial self; no panting pilgrim, after a tedious, painful, voyage, e'er bowed before his saint with more devotion. _Mrs. Sul._ Now, now, I'm ruined if he kneels. [_Aside._] Rise, thou prostrate engineer; not all thy undermining skill shall reach my heart. Rise, and know that I am a woman, without my sex; I can love to all the tenderness of wishes, sighs, and tears--But go no farther--Still, to convince you that I'm more than woman, I can speak my frailty, confess my weakness even for----But---- _Arch._ For me! [_Going to lay hold on her._