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Lady Wood. Tis good breeding now to be civil to none but players and Exchange women; they are treated by em as much above their condition as others are below theirs. O. Bell. Out, a pise on em! talk no more; the rogues ha got an ill habit of preferring beauty, no matter where they find it. Lady Wood. See your son and my daughter, they have improved their acquaintance since they were within. O. Bell. Adod, methinks they have; lets keep back and observe. Y. Bell. Now for a look and gestures that may persuade em I am saying all the passionate things imaginable. Har. Your head a little more on one side, ease yourself on your left leg, and play with your right hand. Y. Bell. Thus, is it not? Har. Now set your right leg firm on the ground, adjust your belt, then look about you. Y. Bell. A little exercising will make me perfect. Har. Smile, and turn to me again very sparkish. Y. Bell. Will you take your turn and be instructed? Har. With all my heart. Y. Bell. At one motion play your fan, roll your eyes, and then settle a kind look upon me. Har. So. Y. Bell. Now spread your fan, look down upon it, and tell the sticks with a finger. Har. Very modish! Y. Bell. Clap your hand up to your bosom, hold down your gown; shrug a little, draw up your breasts, and let em fall again gently, with a sigh or two, etc. Har. By the good instructions you give, I suspect you for one of those malicious observers who watch peoples eyes and from innocent looks make scandalous conclusions. Y. Bell. I know some, indeed, who, out of mere love to mischief, are as vigilant as jealousy itself, and will give you an account of every glance that passes at a play and i th circle. Har. Twill not be amiss now to seem a little pleasant. Y. Bell. Clap your fan then in both your hands, snatch it to your mouth, smile, and with a lively motion fling your body a little forwards. So,now spread it; fall back on the sudden, cover your face with it, and break out in to a loud laughter take up! look grave, and fall a-fanning of yourselfadmirably well acted. Har. I think I am pretty apt at these matters. O. Bell. Adod, I like this well. Lady Wood. This promises something. |
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