_Mar._ Mr. _Praiseall_, is not that Simile well carried on?
Mr. _Prais._ To an Extreamity of Thought, Madam, But I think 'tis stole. [_Aside._
La. _Lov._ Art thou the Key to all my Secrets, privy to every rambling Wish, and canst not guess my Sorrows!
_Betty._ No! For what Lover have ye mist, honest _Betty Useful_ has been the Contriver, Guide and close Concealer of your Pleasures: _Amorous_ the Steward, you know, is yours; the Butler too bows beneath your Conquering Charms, and you have vow'd your Wishes in your own Family shou'd be confin'd, who then of Worth remains?
_Mar._ Good Mrs. _Knight_ speak that as passionately as you can, because you are going to Swoon, you know; and I hate Women shou'd go into a Swoon, as some of our Authors make 'em, without so much as altering their Face, or Voice.
La. _Lov._----Madam, I never knew _Betty_ sound well in Heroick.
_Mar._ Why, no Mrs _Knight_, therefore in that lies the Art, for you to make it sound well; I think I may say, without a Blush, I am the first that made Heroick natural.
La. _Lov._ I'll do my best. Oh! _Betty_! _Betty!_ Fear and Love, like meeting Tides, o'erwhelm me, the rowling Waves beat sinking Nature down, and Ebbbing Life retires! [_Swoons._
_Mar._ What d'ye think of that, Mr. _Praiseall_? There's a Clap for a Guinea: 'Gad if there is not, I shall scarce forbear telling the Audience they are uncivil.
_Prais._ Nor, Gad, I shall scarce forbear Fighting 'em one by one. But hush! Now let's hear what _Betty_ says.
_Betty._ Oh! My poor Lady! Look up, fair Saint! Oh close not those bright Eyes! If 'tis in _Betty's_ Power, they shall still be feasted with the Object of their Wishes.
_Mar._ Nay, She is so throughout the whole Play, to the very last, I assure you.
La. _Lov._ Yes, he shall be mine! Let Law, and Rules, confine the creeping Stoick, the cold lifeless Hermit, or the Dissembling Brethren of Broad Hats, and narrow Bands; I am a Libertine, and being so, I love my Husband's Son, and will enjoy him.
_Mar._ There's a Rant for you! Oh Lord! Mr. _Praiseall_, look how Mrs. _Betty_'s surpriz'd: Well, she doth a silent Surprize the best i'th' World; I must kiss her, I cannot help it, 'tis incomparable! Now speak Mrs _Betty_, now speak.