Emil. Let’s expect him i’ th’ garden.

Lady Town. Go, you are a rogue.

Emil. I can’t abide you.

[Exeuni

SCENE III.—The Mall

Enter Harriet and Young Bellair, she pulling him.

Har. Come along.

Y. Bell. And leave your mother?

Har. Busy will be sent with a hue and cry after us; but that’s no matter.

Y. Bell. ’Twill look strangely in me.

Har. She’ll believe it a freak of mine and never blame your manners.

Y. Bell. What reverend acquaintance is that she has met?

Har. A fellow-beauty of the last King’s time, though by the ruins you would hardly guess it.

[Exeunt.

Enter Dorimant, who crosses the stage.

Enter Young Bellair and Harriet.

Y. Bell. By this time your mother is in a fine taking.

Har. If your friend Mr. Dorimant were but here now, that she might find me talking with him.

Y. Bell. She does not know him, but dreads him, I hear, of all mankind.

Har. She concludes if he does but speak to a woman she’s undone; is on her knees every day to pray heaven defend me from him.

Y. Bell. You do not apprehend him so much as she does.

Har. I never saw anything in him that was frightful.

Y. Bell. On the contrary, have you not observed something extreme delightful in his wit and person?

Har. He’s agreeable and pleasant I must own, but he does so much affect being so, he displeases me.

Y. Bell. Lord, madam, all he does and says is so easy and so natural.

Har. Some men’s verses seem so to the unskilful, but labour i’ the one and affectation in the other to the judicious plainly appear.

Y. Bell. I never heard him accused of affectation before.