Y. Bell. Why, she’s never well but when she’s talking of you; but then she finds all the faults in you she can. She laughs at all who commend you; but then she speaks ill of all who do not.

Dor. Women of her temper betray themselves by their over-cunning. I had once a growing love with a lady who would always quarrel with me when I came to see her, and yet was never quiet if I stayed a day from her.

Y. Bell. My father is in love with Emilia.

Dor. That is a good warrant for your proceedings: go on and prosper; I must to Loveit. Medley, I am sorry you cannot be a witness.

Med. Make her meet Sir Fopling again in the same place, and use him ill before me.

Dor. That may be brought about, I think. I’ll be at your aunt’s anon, and give you joy, Mr. Bellair.

Y. Bell. You had not best think of Mrs. Harriet too much; without church security there’s no taking up there.

Dor. I may fall into the snare too. But

[Exeunt.

SCENE III

Enter the Chair with BELINDA; the Men set it down and open it. BELINDA starting.

Bel. [surprised]. Lord! where am I? in the Mall? Whither have you brought me? 1 Chairman. You gave us no directions, madam.

Bel. [aside]. The fright I was in made me forget it. 1 Chairman. We use to carry a lady from the squire’s hither.

Bel. [aside]. This is Loveit; I am undone if she sees me. Quickly carry me away. 1 Chairman. Whither, an’t like your honour?

Bel. Ask no questions.

Enter LOVEIT’S Footman.

Footman. Have you seen my lady, madam?

Bel. I am just come to wait upon her.

Footman. She will be glad to see you, madam. She sent me to you this morning to desire your company, and I was told you went out by five o’clock.

Bel. [aside]. More and more unlucky!

Footman. Will you walk in, madam?