Love for Love
NURSE. Miss, Miss, Miss Prue! Mercy on me, marry and amen. Why, what's
become of the child? Why Miss, Miss Foresight! Sure she has locked herself up
in her chamber, and gone to sleep, or to prayers: Miss, Miss,--I hear her.--Come
to your father, child; open the door. Open the door, Miss. I hear you cry husht. O
Lord, who's there? [peeps] What's here to do? O the Father! A man with her!
Why, miss, I say; God's my life, here's fine doings towards--O Lord, we're all
undone. O you young harlotry [knocks]. Od's my life, won't you open the door? I'll
come in the back way.
TATTLE, MISS PRUE.
MISS. O Lord, she's coming, and she'll tell my father; what shall I do now?
TATT. Pox take her; if she had stayed two minutes longer, I should have wished
for her coming.
MISS. O dear, what shall I say? Tell me, Mr Tattle, tell me a lie.
TATT. There's no occasion for a lie; I could never tell a lie to no purpose. But
since we have done nothing, we must say nothing, I think. I hear her,--I'll leave
you together, and come off as you can. [Thrusts her in, and shuts the door.]
TATTLE, VALENTINE, SCANDAL, ANGELICA.
ANG. You can't accuse me of inconstancy; I never told you that I loved you.
VAL. But I can accuse you of uncertainty, for not telling me whether you did or
ANG. You mistake indifference for uncertainty; I never had concern enough to
ask myself the question.
SCAN. Nor good-nature enough to answer him that did ask you; I'll say that for
ANG. What, are you setting up for good-nature?