_Dor_. But now, sister, for an interview with this lord and
this gentleman; how shall we bring that about?

_Mrs. Sul_. Patience! you country ladies give no quarter
if once you be entered. Would you prevent their
desires, and give the fellows no wishing-time?
Look'ee, Dorinda, if my Lord Aimwell loves you or
deserves you, he'll find a way to see you, and there
we must leave it. My business comes now upon
the tapis. Have you prepared your brother? {303}

_Dor_. Yes, yes.

_Mrs. Sul_. And how did he relish it?

_Dor_. He said little, mumbled something to himself,
promised to be guided by me--but here he comes.

_Enter Squire Sullen_.

_Squire Sul_. What singing was that I heard just now?

_Mrs. Sul_. The singing in your head, my dear; you
complained of it all day. {310}

_Squire Sul_. You're impertinent

_Mrs. Sul_. I was ever so, since I became one flesh with
you.

_Squire Sul_. One flesh! rather two carcasses joined
unnaturally together.

_Mrs. Sul_. Or rather a living soul coupled to a dead
body.

_Dor_. So, this is fine encouragement for me!

_Squire Sul_. Yes, my wife shows you what you must do.

_Mrs. Sul_. And my husband shows you what you must
suffer. {321}

_Squire Sul_. 'Sdeath, why can't you be silent?

_Mrs. Sul_. 'Sdeath, why can't you talk?

_Squire Sul_. Do you talk to any purpose?

_Mrs. Sul_. Do you think to any purpose?

_Squire Sul_. Sister, hark'ee I--[_Whispers_.] I shan't be
home till it be late. [_Exit_.

_Mrs. Sul_. What did he whisper to ye? {328}

_Dor_. That he would go round the back way, come into
the closet, and listen as I directed him. But let
me beg you once more, dear sister, to drop this
project; for as I told you before, instead of awaking
him to kindness, you may provoke him to a rage;
and then who knows how far his brutality may carry
him?

_Mrs. Sul_. I 'm provided to receive him, I warrant you.
But here comes the Count: vanish! [_Exit Dorinda_.

_Enter Count Bellair_.

Don't you wonder, Monsieur le Count, that I was
not at church this afternoon? {339}

_Count Bel_. I more wonder, madam, that you go dere at
all, or how you dare to lift those eyes to heaven that
are guilty of so much killing.

_Mrs. Sul_. If Heaven, sir, has given to my eyes with the
power of killing the virtue of making a cure, I hope
the one may atone for the other.

_Coun