OLD BELLAIR. A dod! a pretty business eder man you to make me love you so well. and very merry. -Will you be discreet now? 24 DORIMANT. By all the joys I have had and those I keep in store 29 [HANDY goes out and returns] HANDY. Mr. Medley, Mr. Bellair, and Sir Fopling; they are coming up. DORIMANT. How got they in? 74 YOUNG BELLAIR. See Sir Fopling dancing! DORIMANT. You are practicing and have a mind to recover, I see. 111 SIR FOPLING. Prithee, Dorimant, why hast thou not a glass hung up here? A room is the dullest thing without one. YOUNG BELLAIR. Here is company to entertain you. 116 SIR FOPLING. But I mean in case of being alone. In a glass a man may entertain himself. DORIMANT. The shadow of himself, indeed. SIR FOPLING. - Correct the errors of his HANDY. The door was open for the chair. motions and his dress. 121 YOUNG BELLAIR. Sing it yourself, Sir Fopling. SIR FOPLING. Excuse me. YOUNG BELLAIR. You learnt to sing in Paris. 1 cavalierly. 2 experimental piece. MRS. LOVEIT. Intolerable! Is't not enough I submit to his impertinences but must I be plagued with yours too? PERT. Indeed, madam 9 MRS. LOVEIT. Methinks in compliance you should have had a nosegay too. BELLINDA. Do you think, my dear, I could be so loathsome, to trick myself up MRS. LOVEIT. 'Tis false, mercenary mal- with carnations and stock gillyflowers? I ice Enter her Footman begged their pardon and told them I never wore anything but orange flowers and tuberose. That which made me willing to go, was a strange desire I had to eat some fresh nectarines. 61 BELLINDA. Do you not wonder, my dear, hither! what made me abroad so soon? 34 BELLINDA. (Aside) This fellow by her order has been questioning the chairmen. I threatened 'em with the name of Dorimant; if they should have told truth, I am lost forever. 85 MRS. LOVEIT. - In the Strand, said you? FOOTMAN. Yes, madam; over against the Exchange. Exit Footman MRS. LOVEIT. [Aside] She's innocent, and BELLINDA. (Aside) I am so frightened my countenance will betray me. BELLINDA. They complain of the stinks of the town, and are never well but when I am much to blame. they have their noses in one. 45 91 |