[To them] ANGELICA with JENNY.
Mr Scandal, I suppose you don't think it a novelty to see a
woman visit a man at his own lodgings in a morning?
Not upon a kind occasion, madam. But when a lady comes
tyrannically to insult a ruined lover, and make manifest the cruel
triumphs of her beauty, the barbarity of it something surprises me.
I don't like raillery from a serious face. Pray tell me what
is the matter?
No strange matter, madam; my master's mad, that's all. I
suppose your ladyship has thought him so a great while.
How d'ye mean, mad?
Why, faith, madam, he's mad for want of his wits, just as he
was poor for want of money; his head is e'en as light as his
pockets, and anybody that has a mind to a bad bargain can't do
better than to beg him for his estate.
If you speak truth, your endeavouring at wit is very
She's concerned, and loves him. [Aside.]
Mr Scandal, you can't think me guilty of so much inhumanity as
not to be concerned for a man I must own myself obliged to? Pray
tell me truth.
Faith, madam, I wish telling a lie would mend the matter.
But this is no new effect of an unsuccessful passion.
[Aside.] I know not what to think. Yet I should be vexed to
have a trick put upon me. May I not see him?
I'm afraid the physician is not willing you should see him
yet. Jeremy, go in and enquire.