VAINLOVE, SHARPER, and SETTER.
SHARP.Just now, say you; gone in with Lucy?
SET.I saw him, sir, and stood at the corner where you found me, and overheard all they said: Mr.Bellmour is to marry 'em.
SHARP.Ha, ha; it will be a pleasant cheat.I'll plague Heartwell when I see him.Prithee, Frank, let's tease him; make him fret till he foam at the mouth, and disgorge his matrimonial oath with interest.Come, thou'rt musty -SET.[To SHARPER.] Sir, a word with you.[Whispers him.]
VAIN.Sharper swears she has forsworn the letter--I'm sure he tells me truth;--but I'm not sure she told him truth: yet she was unaffectedly concerned, he says, and often blushed with anger and surprise: and so I remember in the park.She had reason, if Iwrong her.I begin to doubt.
SHARP.Say'st thou so?
SET.This afternoon, sir, about an hour before my master received the letter.
SHARP.In my conscience, like enough.
SET.Ay, I know her, sir; at least, I'm sure I can fish it out of her: she's the very sluice to her lady's secrets: 'tis but setting her mill agoing, and I can drain her of 'em all.
SHARP.Here, Frank, your bloodhound has made out the fault: this letter, that so sticks in thy maw, is counterfeit; only a trick of Sylvia in revenge, contrived by Lucy.
VAIN.Ha! It has a colour; but how do you know it, sirrah?
SET.I do suspect as much; because why, sir, she was pumping me about how your worship's affairs stood towards Madam Araminta; as, when you had seen her last? when you were to see her next? and, where you were to be found at that time? and such like.
VAIN.And where did you tell her?
SET.In the Piazza.
VAIN.There I received the letter--it must be so--and why did you not find me out, to tell me this before, sot?
SET.Sir, I was pimping for Mr.Bellmour.
SHARP.You were well employed: I think there is no objection to the excuse.
VAIN.Pox of my saucy credulity--if I have lost her, I deserve it.
But if confession and repentance be of force, I'll win her, or weary her into a forgiveness.
SHARP.Methinks I long to see Bellmour come forth.
