BRISK. Not comparably to your ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of
the skies, and queen of stars.
LADY FROTH. That's because I have no light but what's by reflection
from you, who are the sun.
BRISK. Madam, you have eclipsed me quite, let me perish. I can't
answer that.
LADY FROTH. No matter. Hark 'ee, shall you and I make an almanac
together?
BRISK. With all my soul. Your ladyship has made me the man in't
already, I'm so full of the wounds which you have given.
LADY FROTH. O finely taken! I swear now you are even with me. O
Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of wit.
SIR PAUL. So he has, gads-bud, and so has your ladyship.
SCENE XXII.
[To them] LADY PLYANT, CARELESS, CYNTHIA.
LADY PLYANT. You tell me most surprising things; bless me, who
would ever trust a man? Oh my heart aches for fear they should be
all deceitful alike.
CARE. You need not fear, madam, you have charms to fix inconstancy
itself.
LADY PLYANT. O dear, you make me blush.
LORD FROTH. Come, my dear, shall we take leave of my lord and lady?
CYNT. They'll wait upon your lordship presently.
LADY FROTH. Mr. Brisk, my coach shall set you down.
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