VAIN. O madam -

ARAM. Nay, come, I find we are growing serious, and then we are in
great danger of being dull. If my music-master be not gone, I'll
entertain you with a new song, which comes pretty near my own
opinion of love and your sex. Who's there? Is Mr. Gavot gone?
[Calls.]

FOOT. Only to the next door, madam. I'll call him.


SCENE VIII.


ARAMINTA, BELINDA, VAINLOVE, and BELLMOUR.

BELL. Why, you won't hear me with patience.

ARAM. What's the matter, cousin?

BELL. Nothing, madam, only -

BELIN. Prithee hold thy tongue. Lard, he has so pestered me with
flames and stuff, I think I sha'n't endure the sight of a fire this
twelvemonth.

BELL. Yet all can't melt that cruel frozen heart.

BELIN. O Gad, I hate your hideous fancy--you said that once
before--if you must talk impertinently, for Heaven's sake let it be