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Sir J. Aery. Insolent Fellow? Demm'e, methinks she begins to be very familiar already.
Bell. You sent for them, they tell you; and I beg Pardon for having so long detain'd you from the Company you expected. Vile Woman, my resentment is now turn'd to Pity, and I blush at this Infamous Confirmation of your Wickedness.
Lucin. I rather beleive 'em Companions of your own, brought hither on purpose to put some new affront upon me.
Sir. J. Aery. No, Demm'e Madam, if any thing should have brought us but your own Commands.
Vaun. Nothing, beged, Madam, but your Commands, and our own Inclinations.
Lucin. My Commands! Impudent Rascal—Mr. Bellamour, this is a part below the Character of a Man of Honour; neither am I so destitute of Friends, but you may be call'd to a severe Account for it.
Bell. I doubt not but you have Bully's at Command as well as Fools; cunning Devil! This Disguise is too affected; Thus Women always turn Accusers, when they want an Excuse.
Sir J. Aery. Hark Vaunter, Gedemme, we should not have own'd before Bellamour, that we were sent for.
Vaun. True beged—but I'll let all right. The Truth is, Madam Bellamour did bid us meet him here.
Bell. I bid you come———
Sir J. Aery. Ay, Geddem me!
Vaun. Yes, Beged.
Bell. Rascals, your Tongues shall be Cut out for so damn'd a Lye.
Sir J. Aery. O Law, O Law; no, you did not bid us.
Vaun. No, no, you did not bid us.
Bell. Who sent for you?
Sir J. Aery. O Law, no body, no body, sent for us.
Vaun. We came—beged we don't know how.
Bell. Speak the Truth, as you value your Lives.
Lucin. Speak the Truth, or it shall be Rack's out of you.
Sir J. Aery. What would you have a Man say? If we speak
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