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All Women. With all our hearts.
Dia. Really nothing so diverting, as to rail at Folks behind their Racks.
Cons. See yonder for the Purpose, a Legion of Lords and Ladies tossing their Heads, and jetting their Tails;—let's follow, and be exceeding severe.
All Women. We'll not spare a Man.
Cons. Nor I a Woman.[Exeunt.
Enter Lucinda and Placket.
Lucin. We'll take a turn or two by our selves: my Aunt is among the Men, and won't miss us. Did you deliver the Note I sent to Bellamour?
Plac. Yes, Madam, but I vow it went against my heart.
Lucin. The truth is, he has been so arrogant of late, especially since he thought there were no longer any Obstacles to our Marriage, that I begin to be tir'd of him; and when a Woman begins to be tir'd of a Man whilst he is a Lover, she has but little encouragement to take him for a Husband.
Plac. But there is this to be consider'd, Madam, you have your Aunt's Instructions to love him; you have given him your self great Encouragement; the whole Town has talkt of it, and what can you expect the World will think?
Lucin. Why let it think; this fear of the World destroys all the satisfactions of a Woman's Life: Hang the World, a Woman that minds what the World thinks or says, had better never have been in the World.
Plac. But what can be the reason of this sudden alteration?
Lucin. I confess the absence of Philobel had almost made me forget him, and I began insensibly to feel a kind of Inclination for Bellamour: If my old Lover had not return'd, I might have made my new one the happy Man; but since I hear Philabel came last night to Town, I find my self more inclin'd to my first Promise than my last, and in this have only acted like a Woman of the Age; if one Lover had fail'd, I entertain'd another in case of necessity.
Plac. Then
