Matter, I only told it you as a piece o'news, and if it be no concern
t'you, you may soon forget it.

L. _Rod_. Discompos'd, Creature! Have you had your being in my Family so
long not to know nothing under the Sun's considerable enough to discompose
me? But 'tis a thing impossible; it's not two Hours since he kneel'd to
me, said his sole Happiness depended on my Smiles, with utmost Arguments
enforc'd his Passion, faulter'd, look'd pale, and trembl'd as he spoke it:
Not that I who have had foreign Princes at my Feet, value the conqu'ring
an _English_ Collonel; but I that know my Power infallible, drew him by
policy to that Confession, to have him, as I wou'd have all Mankind, my
Slave.

Mrs. _Lov_. Sir _Harry_, Madam, affirm'd it with that unaffected Air of
Truth, enjoyn'd me so strict a Secrecy in the Matter, saying, if't were
discover'd his Life might be in danger; that you must pardon me, Madam, if
I can't help believing it.

L. _Rod_. Cozen, you that have never been beyond _Tunbridge-Wells_,
must'nt dispute with me that know the Intreagues of ev'ry Court and
Country. Matches an't so easily made up, nor is it probable my slighting
him, shou'd make another Lady value him; if it be true, he must have been
in League with her some time, and, certainly, I shan't care to be
banter'd.----But I'll know that presently;--Where are all my Fellows?
prithee, Cozen, bid one of 'em come, hither. [_Exit Mrs._ Lov.

_Enter_ Footman.

Who order'd you, you fat, heavy heel'd Booby; you are two Hours creeping
to the Gate? Call another,--