as they say, of a thousand; and yet you are sure.

_Clar._ Why, is it possible _Marcel_ should be false?

_Dorm._ _Marcel!_ No, no, Sweet-heart, he is that Man of a thousand.

_Clar._ But if he should, you have undone me, by telling me so many
pretty things of him.

_Dorm._ Still you question my Ability, which by no means I can indure;
get you in I say.

_Clar._ Do not speak so loud, you will wake my Mother.

_Dorm._ At your Instructions again; do you question my Conduct and
Management of this Affair? Go watch for him your self: I'll have no more
to do with you back nor edge.
[Offers to go.

_Clar._ Will you be so barbarous to leave me to my self, after having
made it your Business this three Months to sollicit a Heart which was
but too ready to yield before; after having sworn to me how honourable
all his Intents were; nay, made me write to him to come to night? And
now when I have done this, and am all trembling with fear and shame (and
yet an infinite Desire to see him too) [Sighs] thou wilt abandon me:
go, when such as you oblige, 'tis but to be insolent with the more
freedom.

_Dorm._ What, you are angry I'll warrant. [Smiles.

_Clar._ I will punish my self to pay thee back, and will not see
_Marcel_.

_Dorm._ What a pettish Fool is a Maid in love at fifteen! how
unmanageable! But I'll forgive all-- go get you in, I'll watch for your
Lover; I would not have you disoblige a Man of his Pretensions and
Quality for all the World.
[_Clarinda_ goes in.

Enter _Alonzo_ below.

_Alon._ Now do I want _Lovis_ extremely, to consult with him about this
Business: For I am afraid the Devil, or Love, or both are so great with
me, that I must marry this fair Inchantress, which is very unlucky; but,
since _Ambrosio_ and _Marcel_ refuse to see me, I hold my self no longer
ingag'd in Honour to _Hippolyta_.

_Dorm._ [above.] Whist, whist, Sir, Sir.

_Alon._ Who's there?

_Dorm._ 'Tis I, your Servant, Sir; oh you are a fine Spark, are you not,
to make so fair a Creature wait so long for you? there, there's the Key,
open the Door softly and come in.
[Throws him down a Key in a Handkerchief.

_Alon._ What's this? But I'll ask no Questions, so fair a Creature, said
she? Now if 'twere to save my Life cannot I forbear, I must go in:
Shou'd _Euphemia_ know this, she would call it Levity and Inconstancy;
but I plead Necessity, and will be judg'd by the amorous Men, and not
the jealous Women: For