will run away together before morning, if we don't prevent them.
Mrs. Heidel. Why the brazen ſlut! has ſhe got her ſiſter's huſband (that is to be) lock'd up in her chamber! at night too?—I tremble at the thoughts!
Miſs Sterl. Huſh, Madam! I hear ſomething.
Mrs. Heidel. You frighten me—let me put on my fly cap—I would not be ſeen in this figur for the world.
Miſs Sterl. 'Tis dark, Madam; you can't be ſeen.
Mrs. Heidel. I proteſt there's a candle coming, and a man too.
Miſs Sterl. Nothing but ſervants; let us retire a moment! [they retire.
Enter Bruſh half drunk, laying hold of the Chamber-maid, who has a candle in her hand.
Ch. Maid. Be quiet Mr. Bruſh; I ſhall drop down with terror!
Bruſh. But my ſweet, and moſt amiable chamber-maid, if you have no love, you may hearken to a little reaſon; that cannot poſſibly do your virtue any harm.
Ch. Maid. But you will do me harm, Mr. Bruſh, and a great deal of harm too—pray let me go—I am ruin'd if they hear you—I tremble like an aſp.
Bruſh. But they ſhan't hear us—and if you have a mind to be ruin'd, it ſhall be the making of your fortune, you little ſlut, you!—therefore I ſay it again, if you have no love—hear a little reaſon!
Ch. Maid. I wonder at your impurence, Mr. Bruſh, to uſe me in this manner; this is not the way to keep me company, I aſſure you.—You are a town rake I ſee, and now you are a little in liquor, you fear nothing.
Bruſh. Nothing, by heav'ns, but your frowns, moſt amiable chamber-maid; I am a little electrified, that's the truth on't; I am not uſed to drink Port, and
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