Lady Town. Believe me, madam, you will find Mr. Dorimant as civil a gentleman as you thought Mr. Courtage.

Har. If you would but know him better—

Lady Wood. You have a mind to know him better; come away! You shall never see him more.

Har. Dear mother, stay!

Lady Wood. I won’t be consenting to your ruin.

Har. Were my fortune in your power

Lady Wood. Your person is.

Har. Could I be disobedient I might take it out of yours, and put it into his.

Lady Wood. ’Tis that you would be at; you would marry this Dorimant?

Har. I cannot deny it; I would, and never will marry any other man.

Lady Wood. Is this the duty that you promised?

Har. But I will never marry him against your will—

Lady Wood [aside]. She knows the way to melt my heart. [To Harriet.] Upon yourself light your undoing.

Med. [to Old Bellair]. Come, sir, you have not the heart any longer to refuse your blessing

O. Bell. Adod, I ha’ not—Rise, and God bless you both! Make much of her, Harry, she deserves thy kindness. [To Emilia] Adod, sirrah, I did not think it had been in thee.

Enter Sir Fopling and his Page.

Sir Fop. ’Tis a damned windy day; hey, page? Is my periwig right?

Page. A little out of order, sir.

Sir Fop. Pox o’ this apartment! it wants an antechamber to adjust oneself in. [To Loveit.] Madam, I came from your house, and your servants directed me hither.

Lov. I will give order hereafter they shall direct you better.

Sir Fop. The great satisfaction I had in the Mall last night has given me much disquiet since.

Lov. ’Tis likely to give me more than I desire.

Sir Fop. What the devil makes her so reserved? Am I guilty of an indiscretion, madam?

Lov. You will be of a great one if you continue your mistake sir.

Sir Fop. Something puts you out of humour.

Lov. The most foolish inconsiderable thing that ever did.

Sir Fop. Is it in my power?

Lov. To hang or drown it; do one of ’em, and trouble me no more.