O. Bell. Adod, madam, you shall hear me first.

Enter Loveit and Belinda.

Lov. Hither my man dogged him.

Bel. Yonder he stands, my dear.

Lov. I see him. [Aside.] And with the face that has undone me! Oh, that I were but where I might throw out the anguish of my heart! here it must rage within and break it.

Lady Town. Mrs. Loveit, are you afraid to come forward?

Lov. I was amazed to see so much company here in a morning, the occasion sure is extraordinary.

Dor. [aside] Loveit and Belinda! the devil owes me a shame to-day, and I think never will have done paying it.

Lov. Married! dear Emilia! how am I transported with the news?

Har. [to Dorimant] I little thought Emilia was the woman Mr. Bellair was in love with; I’ll chide her for not trusting me with the secret.

Dor. How do you like Mrs. Loveit?

Har. She’s a famed mistress of yours, I hear.

Dor. She has been on occasion.

O. Bell. [to Lady Woodvil]. Adod, madam, I cannot help it.

Lady Wood. You need make no more apologies, sir

Emil. [to Loveit]. The old gentleman’s excusing himself to my Lady Woodvil.

Lov. Ha, ha, ha! I never heard of anything so pleasant.

Har. [to Dorimant]. She’s extremely overjoyed at something.

Dor. At nothing; she is one of those hoiting ladies who gaily fling themselves about and force a laugh when their aching hearts are full of discontent and malice.

Lov. Oh, heaven! I was never so near killing myself with laughing. Mr. Dorimant, are you a brideman?

Lady Wood. Mr. Dorimant! Is this Mr. Dorimant, madam?

Lov. If you doubt it, your daughter can resolve you, I suppose.

Lady Wood. I am cheated too, basely cheated.

O. Bell. Out a pise! what’s here? more knavery yet?

Lady Wood. Harriet! on my blessing, come away, I charge you.

Har. Dear mother, do but stay and hear me.

Lady Wood. I am betrayed, and thou art undone, I fear.