come: I'll leave you. Ply her close, and by and by clap a BILLET
DOUX into her hand; for a woman never thinks a man truly in love
with her, till he has been fool enough to think of her out of her
sight, and to lose so much time as to write to her.


SCENE VI.


CARELESS, SIR PAUL, and LADY PLYANT.

SIR PAUL. Shan't we disturb your meditation, Mr. Careless? You
would be private?

CARE. You bring that along with you, Sir Paul, that shall be always
welcome to my privacy.

SIR PAUL. O sweet sir, you load your humble servants, both me and
my wife, with continual favours.

LADY PLYANT. Sir Paul, what a phrase was there? You will be making
answers, and taking that upon you which ought to lie upon me. That
you should have so little breeding to think Mr. Careless did not
apply himself to me. Pray what have you to entertain anybody's
privacy? I swear and declare in the face of the world I'm ready to
blush for your ignorance.

SIR PAUL. I acquiesce, my lady; but don't snub so loud. [Aside to
her.]