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SCENE I] LOVE FOR LOVE 253<br />

Scan. [Aside.} Hey, brave woman, i'faith!—[Aloud.}<br />

Won't you see him then, if he desire it?<br />

Ang. What signify a madman's desires? besides, 'twould<br />

make me uneasy. If I don't see him, perhaps my concern<br />

for him may lessen, If I forget him, 'tis no more than he<br />

has done by himself; and now the surprise is over, methinks<br />

I am not half so sorry as I was.<br />

Scan. So, faith, pood nature works apace; you were confessing<br />

just now an obligation to his love.<br />

Ang. But I have considered that passions are unreasonable<br />

and involuntary; if he loves, he can't help it; and if<br />

I don't love, I can't help it; no more than he can help his<br />

being a man, or I mv being a woman; or no more than I<br />

can help my want of inclination to stay longer here.—Come,<br />

Jenny. [Exeunt ANGELICA and JENNY.<br />

Scan. Humph!—An admirable composition, faith, this<br />

same womankind!<br />

Re-enter JEREMY.<br />

Jer. What, is she gone, sir?<br />

Scan. Gone? why she was never here; nor anywhere<br />

else; nor I don't know her if T see her; nor you neither.<br />

Jer. Good lack! what's the matter now? are any more of<br />

us to be mad? Why, sir, my master longs to see her; and<br />

is almost mad in good earnest with the joyful news of her<br />

being here.<br />

Scan. We are all under a mistake. Ask no questions, for<br />

I can't resolve you; but I'll inform your master. In the<br />

mean time, if our project succeed no better with his father<br />

than it does with his mistress, he may descend from his<br />

exaltation of madness into the road of common sense, and<br />

be content only to be made a fool with other reasonable<br />

people.—I hear Sir Sampson. You know your cue; I'll to vour<br />

master. [Exit.<br />

Enter Sir SAMPSON and BUCKRAM.<br />

Sir Samp. D'ye see, Mr. Buckram, here's the paper<br />

signed with his own hand.<br />

Buc[. Good, sir. And the conveyance is ready drawn in<br />

this box, if he be ready to sign and seal.<br />

Sir Samp. Ready, body o' me, he must be ready! his shamsickness<br />

shan't excuse him.—O, here's his scoundrel.—Sirrah,<br />

where's your master?

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