HEART. I'm impatient until it be done; I will not give myself
liberty to think, lest I should cool. I will about a licence
straight--in the evening expect me. One kiss more to confirm me
mad; so.

SILV. Ha, ha, ha, an old fox trapped -


SCENE XI.


[To her] Lucy.

Bless me! you frighted me; I thought he had been come again, and
had heard me.

LUCY. Lord, madam, I met your lover in as much haste as if he had
been going for a midwife.

SILV. He's going for a parson, girl, the forerunner of a midwife,
some nine months hence. Well, I find dissembling to our sex is as
natural as swimming to a negro; we may depend upon our skill to
save us at a plunge, though till then, we never make the
experiment. But how hast thou succeeded?

LUCY. As you would wish--since there is no reclaiming Vainlove. I
have found out a pique she has taken at him, and have framed a
letter that makes her sue for reconciliation first. I know that
will do--walk in and I'll show it you. Come, madam, you're like to
have a happy time on't; both your love and anger satisfied! All