BRISK. My Lady Froth! Your ladyship's most humble servant. The
matter, madam? Nothing, madam, nothing at all, egad. I was fallen
into the most agreeable amusement in the whole province of
contemplation: that's all--(I'll seem to conceal my passion, and
that will look like respect.) [Aside.]

LADY FROTH. Bless me, why did you call out upon me so loud?

BRISK. O Lord, I, madam! I beseech your ladyship--when?

LADY FROTH. Just now as I came in, bless me, why, don't you know
it?

BRISK. Not I, let me perish. But did I? Strange! I confess your
ladyship was in my thoughts; and I was in a sort of dream that did
in a manner represent a very pleasing object to my imagination, but-
-but did I indeed?--To see how love and murder will out. But did I
really name my Lady Froth?

LADY FROTH. Three times aloud, as I love letters. But did you talk
of love? O Parnassus! Who would have thought Mr. Brisk could have
been in love, ha, ha, ha. O heavens, I thought you could have no
mistress but the Nine Muses.

BRISK. No more I have, egad, for I adore 'em all in your ladyship.
Let me perish, I don't know whether to be splenetic, or airy upon't;
the deuce take me if I can tell whether I am glad or sorry that your
ladyship has made the discovery.

LADY FROTH. O be merry by all means. Prince Volscius in love! Ha,