Razor. And I, in my particular person, have discovered a most d—e plot, how to persuade my poor master, that all this hide and seek, this will-in-the-wisp, has no other meaning than a Christian marriage for sweet Mrs. Belinda.

Madem. Un mariage? Ah, les droles!

Razor. Don’t you interrupt me, hussy!—’Tis agreed, I say; and my innocent lady, to wriggle herself out at the back door of the business, turns marriage bawd to her niece, and resolves to deliver up her fair body to be tumbled and mumbled by that young liqourish whipster, Heartfree. Now are you satisfied?

Madem. No.

Razor. Right woman! always gaping for more.

Madem. Dis be all den, dat you know?

Razor. All! ay, and a great deal too, I think.

Madem. Dou be fool, dou know noteing. Ecoute, mon pauvre Razor! Dou see des two eyes? Des two eyes have see de devil.

Razor. The woman’s mad!

Madem. In Spring Garden, dat rogue Constant meet dy lady.

Razor. Bon.

Madem. I’ll tell dee no more.

Razor. Nay, pr’ythee, my swan!

Madem. Come, kiss me, den.

[Clapping her hands behind her, as he did before.

Razor. I won’t kiss you, not I.

Madem. Adieu!

[Going.

Razor. Hold! [Gives her a hearty kiss.] Now proceed.

Madem. A çà—I hide myself in one cunning place, where I hear all and see all. First, dy drunken master come mal-à- propos; but de sot no know his own dear wife, so he leave her to her sport: den de game begin. De lover say soft ting; de lady look upon de ground. [As she speaks, RAZOR still acts the man, and she the woman.] He takes her by de hand; she turn her head on oder way. Den he squeeze very hard; den she pull—very softly. Den he take her in his arms; den she give him little pat. Den he tremble; den she sigh. Den he pull her into the arbour; den she pinch him.—

Razor. Ay, but not so hard, you baggage, you.

Madem. Den he grow bold; she grow weak. He tro her down, il tombe dessu, le diable assist, il emport tout—[RAZOR struggles with her, as if he would throw her down.]—Stand off, sirrah!

Razor. You have set me afire, you jade, you!