LADY FROTH. Bless me, why did you call out upon me so loud? BRISK. O Lord, I, madam! I beseech your ladyship--when? LADY FROTH. Just now as I came in, bless me, why, don't you know it? BRISK. Not I, let me perish. But did I? Strange! I confess your ladyship was in my thoughts; and I was in a sort of dream that did in a manner represent a very pleasing object to my imagination, but--but did I indeed?--To see how love and murder will out. But did I really name my Lady Froth? LADY FROTH. Three times aloud, as I love letters. But did you talk of love? O Parnassus! Who would have thought Mr. Brisk could have been in love, ha, ha, ha. O heavens, I thought you could have no mistress but the Nine Muses. BRISK. No more I have, egad, for I adore 'em all in your ladyship. Let me perish, I don't know whether to be splenetic, or airy upon't; the deuce take me if I can tell whether I am glad or sorry that your ladyship has made the discovery. LADY FROTH. O be merry by all means. Prince Volscius in love! Ha, ha, ha. BRISK. O barbarous, to turn me into ridicule! Yet, ha, ha, ha. The deuce take me, I can't help laughing myself, ha, ha, ha; yet by heavens, I have a violent passion for your ladyship, seriously. LADY FROTH. Seriously? Ha, ha, ha. BRISK. Seriously, ha, ha, ha. Gad I have, for all I laugh. LADY FROTH. Ha, ha, ha! What d'ye think I laugh at? Ha, ha, ha. BRISK. Me, egad, ha, ha. LADY FROTH. No, the deuce take me if I don't laugh at myself; for hang me if I have not a violent passion for Mr. Brisk, ha, ha, ha. BRISK. Seriously? LADY FROTH. Seriously, ha, ha, ha. BRISK. That's well enough; let me perish, ha, ha, ha. O miraculous; what a happy discovery. Ah my dear charming Lady Froth! LADY FROTH. Oh my adored Mr. Brisk! [_Embrace_.] SCENE VII. [_To them_] LORD FROTH. LORD FROTH. The company are all ready. How now? BRISK. Zoons! madam, there's my lord. [_Softly to her_.] LADY FROTH. Take no notice, but observe me. Now, cast off, and meet me at the lower end of the room, and then join hands again; I could teach my lord this dance purely, but I vow, Mr. Brisk, I can't tell how to come so near any other man. Oh here's my lord, now you shall see me do it with him. [_They pretend to practise part of a country dance_.] LORD FROTH. Oh, I see there's no harm yet, but I don't like this familiarity. [_Aside_.] LADY FROTH. Shall you and I do our close dance, to show Mr. Brisk? LORD FROTH. No, my dear, do it with him. LADY FROTH. I'll do it with him, my lord, when you are out of the way. BRISK. That's good, egad, that's good. Deuce take me, I can hardly hold laughing in his face. [_Aside_.] LORD FROTH. Any other time, my dear, or we'll dance it below. LADY FROTH. With all my heart. BRISK. Come, my lord, I'll wait on you. My charming witty angel! [_To her_.] LADY FROTH. We shall have whispering time enough, you know, since we are partners. SCENE VIII.