Love for Love
SCANDAL and JEREMY.
SCAN. Well, is your master ready? does he look madly and talk madly?
JERE. Yes, sir; you need make no great doubt of that. He that was so near
turning poet yesterday morning can't be much to seek in playing the madman to-
SCAN. Would he have Angelica acquainted with the reason of his design?
JERE. No, sir, not yet. He has a mind to try whether his playing the madman
won't make her play the fool, and fall in love with him; or at least own that she
has loved him all this while and concealed it.
SCAN. I saw her take coach just now with her maid, and think I heard her bid the
coachman drive hither.
JERE. Like enough, sir, for I told her maid this morning, my master was run stark
mad only for love of her mistress.--I hear a coach stop; if it should be she, sir, I
believe he would not see her, till he hears how she takes it.
SCAN. Well, I'll try her: --'tis she--here she comes.
[To them] ANGELICA with JENNY.
ANG. Mr Scandal, I suppose you don't think it a novelty to see a woman visit a
man at his own lodgings in a morning?
SCAN. Not upon a kind occasion, madam. But when a lady comes tyrannically to
insult a ruined lover, and make manifest the cruel triumphs of her beauty, the
barbarity of it something surprises me.
ANG. I don't like raillery from a serious face. Pray tell me what is the matter?
JERE. No strange matter, madam; my master's mad, that's all. I suppose your
ladyship has thought him so a great while.
ANG. How d'ye mean, mad?