could have done--not so much as you, neither; but--nay, don't blush.

CYNT. I don't blush, sir, for I vow I don't understand.

SIR PAUL. Pshaw, pshaw, you fib, you baggage, you do understand,
and you shall understand; come, don't be so nice. Gads-bud, don't
learn after your mother-in-law my lady here. Marry, heaven forbid
that you should follow her example; that would spoil all indeed.
Bless us! if you should take a vagary and make a rash resolution on
your wedding night, to die a maid, as she did; all were ruined, all
my hopes lost. My heart would break, and my estate would be left to
the wide world, he? I hope you are a better Christian than to think
of living a nun, he? Answer me?

CYNT. I'm all obedience, sir, to your commands.

LADY PLYANT. [Having read the letter.] O dear Mr. Careless, I
swear he writes charmingly, and he looks charmingly, and he has
charmed me, as much as I have charmed him; and so I'll tell him in
the wardrobe when 'tis dark. O criminy! I hope Sir Paul has not
seen both letters. [Puts the wrong letter hastily up, and gives him
her own.] Sir Paul, here's your letter; to-morrow morning I'll
settle accounts to your advantage.


SCENE IV.


[To them] BRISK.