Chapter Chapter 22 · [_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.

ALL. What's the matter? [_A great shriek from the corner of the

stage_.]

SCENE 23.