complexion clear and lively; large wanton eyes; but above all, a mouth that has made me kiss it a thousand times in imagination, teeth white and even, and pretty pouting lips, with a little moisture ever hanging on them, that look like the Provence rose fresh on the bush, ere the morning sun has quite drawn up the dew.

Dor. Rapture, mere rapture!

Or.-Wom. Nay, gad, he tells you true; she’s a delicate creature.

Dor. Has she wit?

Med. More than is usual in her sex, and as much malice. Then she’s as wild as you would wish her, and has a demureness in her looks that makes it so surprising.

Dor. Flesh and blood cannot hear this, and not long to know her.

Med. I wonder what makes her mother bring her up to town; an old doting keeper cannot be more jealous of his mistress.

Or.-Wom. She made me laugh yesterday; there was a judge came to visit ’em, and the old man, she told me, did so stare upon her, and when he saluted her smacked so heartily; who would think it of ’em?

Med. God a mercy, a judge!

Dor. Do ’em right, the gentlemen of the long robe have not been wanting by their good examples to countenance the crying sin o’ the nation.

Med. Come, on with your trappings; ’tis later than you imagine.

Dor. Call in the shoemaker, Handy.

Or.-Wom. Good Mr. Dorimant, pay me; gad, I had rather give you my fruit than stay to be abused by that foul-mouthed rogue; what you gentlemen say, it matters not much, but such a dirty fellow does one more disgrace.

Dor. Give her ten shillings, and be sure you tell the young gentlewoman I must be acquainted with her.

Or.-Wom. Now do you long to be tempting this pretty creature. Well, heavens mend you!

Med. Farewell.

[Exeunt Orange-Woman and Handy. Dorimant, when did you see your pis-aller, as you call her Mrs. Loveit?

Dor. Not these two days.

Med. And how stand affairs between you?

Dor. There has been great patching of late, much ado; we make a shift to hang together.

Med. I wonder how her mighty spirit bears it.

Dor. Ill enough, on all conscience; I never knew so violent a creature.

Med. She’s the most passionate in her love, and the most extravagant in her jealousy, of any woman I ever heard of. What note is that?