SCENE, _Continues_.

_Enter Sir_ Harry, _and Mrs._ Lovejoy.

Mrs. _Lov._ Sir _Harry_, all this Rhet'rick won't prevail; whether you
term it Virtue, or Pride only, I am resolv'd to keep a Fame unspotted, in
spight of all temptations whatsoever.

Sir _Har._ A Woman's obstinacy is no novelty; but where's the difference
'twixt a Mistress and a Wife. Only a Mistress has a much better Air; you
shall appear as gay and fine as any; strut in Brocade, and glitter in your
Jewels, 'till you put all virtuous Women out o'countenance.

Mrs. _Lov._ Impudence, Sir _Harry_, is a lewd Woman's Talent, and yet what
Creature is there so much dash'd as such an one that happens among
virtuous Ladies. If the Passion you profess be real, proceed with Honour,
and you may be heard: Not that I speak this to increase your Vanity;
Ambition only sways my Inclinations, and you must know; I have a mighty
mind to be a Lady.

Sir _Har._ A Lady! why, my Servants shall all call you so; we'll live
together like Man and Wife, and I'll be so Constant, and so full of Love,
that ev'ry body shall believe we're marry'd.

Mrs. _Lov._ Love and Constancy, Sir _Harry_, will plainly tell ev'ry body
we are not marry'd.

Sir _Har._ [_aside_] Have her I must; but how shall I contrive it?--Oh!
a lucky Thought seizes me. Some Ladies after they have refus'd prodigious