_Dor._ There's a main point gained----My lord is not married, I find. [_Aside._
_Mrs. Sul._ But I wonder, friend, that in so many good services, you had not a better provision made for you.
_Arch._ I don't know how, madam----I am very well as I am----
_Mrs. Sul._ Something for a pair of gloves. [_Offering him Money._
_Arch._ I humbly beg leave to be excused; my master, madam, pays me, nor dare I take money from any other hand, without injuring his honour, and disobeying his commands.
_Scrub._ Take the money, and give it to me. [_Exeunt_ ARCHER _and_ SCRUB.
_Dor._ This is surprising: did you ever see so pretty a well-bred fellow?
_Mrs. Sul._ The devil take him, for wearing that livery.
_Dor._ I fancy, sister, he may be some gentleman, a friend of my lord's, that his lordship has pitched upon for his courage, fidelity, and discretion, to bear him company in this dress, and who, ten to one, was his second.
_Mrs. Sul._ It is so, it must be so, and it shall be so--for I like him.
_Mrs. Sul._ The count happened to be the most agreeable man upon the place; and so I chose him to serve me in my design upon my husband----But I should like this fellow better in a design upon myself.
_Dor._ But now, sister, for an interview with this lord and this gentleman; how shall we bring that about?
_Mrs. Sul._ Patience! you country ladies give no quarter.--Lookye, Dorinda, if my Lord Aimwell loves you or deserves you, he'll find a way to see you, and there we must leave it----My business comes now upon the tapis,----Have you prepared your brother?
_Dor._ He said little, mumbled something to himself, and promised to be guided by me: but here he comes.--
_Sul._ What singing was that I heard just now?
_Mrs. Sul._ The singing in your head, my dear, you complained of it all day.
_Mrs. Sul._ I was ever so, since I became one flesh with you.
_Sul._ One flesh! rather two carcases joined unnaturally together.
_Mrs. Sul._ Or rather a living soul coupled to a dead body.
_Dor._ So, this is fine encouragement for me!
_Sul._ Yes, my wife shows you what you must do!
_Mrs. Sul._ And my husband shows you what you must suffer.
_Sul._ Sister, harkye--[_Whispers._] I shan't be home till it be late. [_Exit._
_Dor._ That he would go round the back way, come into the closet, and listen, as I directed him.--But let me beg once more, dear sister, to drop this project; for, as I told you before, instead of awaking him to kindness, you may provoke him to rage; and then who knows how far his brutality may carry him?