Madem. Den go to de river and quench dyself.

Razor. What an unnatural harlot this is!

Madem. Razor!

[Looking languishingly on him.

Razor. Mademoiselle!

Madem. Dou no love me?

Razor. Not love thee! More than a Frenchman does soup.

Madem. Den you will refuse nothing dat I bid dee?

Razor. Don’t bid me hang myself, then.

Madem. No; only tell dy master all I have tell dee of dy lady.

Razor. Why, you little malicious strumpet, you! should you like to be served so?

Madem. Dou dispute, den?—Adieu!

Razor. Hold!—But why wilt thou make be such a rogue, my dear?

Madem. Voilà un vrai Anglois! il est amoureux, et cependant il veut raisonner. Va t’en au diable!

Razor. Hold, once more; in hopes thou’lt give me up thy body, I’ll make a present of my honesty.

Madem. Bon ècoute donc; if dou fail me, I never see dee more. If dou obey me, je m’abandonne à toi à toi.

[She kisses him, and exit.

Razor. [licking his lips]. Not be a rogue!—Amor vincit omnia.

[Exit.

Enter Lady FANCIFUL and MADEMOISELLE.

Lady F. Marry, say ye? Will the two things marry?

Madem. On le va faire, madame.

Lady F. Look you, mademoiselle—in short, I can’t bear it— no,I find I can’t. Therefore, run and call Razor back immediately; for something must be done to stop this impertinent wedding. If I can but defer it four and twenty hours, I’ll make such work about town, with that little pert slut’s reputation, he shall as soon marry a witch.

Madem. [aside]. La voilà bien intentionée.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.—CONSTANT’S Lodgings

Enter CONSTANT and HEARTFREE.

Con. But what dost think will become of this business?