LADY PLYANT. Oh, I yield myself all up to your uncontrollable
embraces. Say, thou dear dying man, when, where, and how. Ah,
there's Sir Paul.

CARE. 'Slife, yonder's Sir Paul, but if he were not come, I'm so
transported I cannot speak. This note will inform you. [Gives her
a note.]


SCENE III.


LADY PLYANT, SIR PAUL, CYNTHIA.

SIR PAUL. Thou art my tender lambkin, and shalt do what thou wilt.
But endeavour to forget this Mellefont.

CYNT. I would obey you to my power, sir; but if I have not him, I
have sworn never to marry.

SIR PAUL. Never to marry! Heavens forbid! must I neither have sons
nor grandsons? Must the family of the Plyants be utterly extinct
for want of issue male? O impiety! But did you swear, did that
sweet creature swear? ha! How durst you swear without my consent,
ah? Gads-bud, who am I?

CYNT. Pray don't be angry, sir, when I swore I had your consent;
and therefore I swore.

SIR PAUL. Why then the revoking my consent does annul, or make of