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be understood? I have thought of a way—
Oh I feel a sudden swimming in my Eyes, and trembling in my Limbs, it comes all over me, Help, help, help, Oh, oh.
Ang. I'll run and call for help.
L. Dor. Call no body, you may do it your self; Oh, oh! you may do it your self.
Ang. (aside. What the Devil does she mean———
L. Dor. Oh, oh.
Ang. Let me go, Madam, and call your Maid, for some cold Water to sprinkle in your Face.
L. Dor. No, do you sprinkle me, do you sprinkle me.
Ang. So I would with all my Heart, but I have nothing to do it withal—(calls) Mrs. Placket, Mrs. Placket, help, your Lady's in a Fit.
Lady Dorimen rises in a Passion, letting go her hold, enter Placket.
L. Dor. Ungrateful Man! Such insolence is unpardonable, Flesh and Blood can never forgive it.
Plack. Wicked Man! what have you been doing to my Lady?
Ang. I have been doing nothing to my Lady, she has been in a fit.
Plack. Poor Lady; how out of Breath, she is—I say, what have you Committed?
Ang. I say, I have Omitted—and that's it.
Bellamour's Voice within.
Bell. (within.) Where is Lucinda? I will see her—I will not be deny'd———
Ang. As I live, Bellamour's Voice—O save me, if he finds me here, I am Sacrific'd—Pity Madam, my Youth, and forgive my Ignorance—all shall be mended.
L. Dor. I pity you indeed. Run Placket, and stop Mr. Bellamour—carry him up the back-way to my Neece, and let her be sure to see him, that the Passage be clear———
