HEART. [_Aside_.] A woman, and ignorant, may be honest, when ’tis out of obstinacy and contradiction. But, s’death, it is but a may be, and upon scurvy terms. Well, farewell then—if I can get out of sight I may get the better of myself. SILV. Well—good-bye. [_Turns and weeps_.] HEART. Ha! Nay, come, we’ll kiss at parting. [_Kisses her_.] By heaven, her kiss is sweeter than liberty. I will marry thee. There, thou hast done’t. All my resolves melted in that kiss—one more. SILV. But when? HEART. I’m impatient until it be done; I will not give myself liberty to think, lest I should cool. I will about a licence straight—in the evening expect me. One kiss more to confirm me mad; so. SILV. Ha, ha, ha, an old fox trapped— SCENE XI. [_To her_] LUCY. Bless me! you frighted me; I thought he had been come again, and had heard me. LUCY. Lord, madam, I met your lover in as much haste as if he had been going for a midwife. SILV. He’s going for a parson, girl, the forerunner of a midwife, some nine months hence. Well, I find dissembling to our sex is as natural as swimming to a negro; we may depend upon our skill to save us at a plunge, though till then, we never make the experiment. But how hast thou succeeded? LUCY. As you would wish—since there is no reclaiming Vainlove. I have found out a pique she has taken at him, and have framed a letter that makes her sue for reconciliation first. I know that will do—walk in and I’ll show it you. Come, madam, you’re like to have a happy time on’t; both your love and anger satisfied! All that can charm our sex conspire to please you. That woman sure enjoys a blessed night, Whom love and vengeance both at once delight. ACT IV. SCENE I. SCENE: _The Street_. BELLMOUR, _in fanatic habit_, SETTER. BELL. ’Tis pretty near the hour. [_Looking on his watch_.] Well, and how, Setter, hae, does my hypocrisy fit me, hae? Does it sit easy on me? SET. Oh, most religiously well, sir. BELL. I wonder why all our young fellows should glory in an opinion of atheism, when they may be so much more conveniently lewd under the coverlet of religion. SET. S’bud, sir, away quickly: there’s Fondlewife just turned the corner, and ’s coming this way. BELL. Gad’s so, there he is: he must not see me. SCENE II. FONDLEWIFE, BARNABY. FOND. I say I will tarry at home. BAR. But, sir. FOND. Good lack! I profess the spirit of contradiction hath possessed the lad—I say I will tarry at home, varlet. BAR. I have done, sir; then farewell five hundred pound. FOND. Ha, how’s that? Stay, stay, did you leave word, say you, with his wife? With Comfort herself? BAR. I did; and Comfort will send Tribulation hither as soon as ever he comes home. I could have brought young Mr. Prig to have kept my mistress company in the meantime. But you say—