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95 WILLIAM CONGREVE [ACT v<br />
Bell. True. But to convince thee who I am, thou knowest<br />
my old token. [Kisses her.<br />
Lucy. Nay, Mr. Bellmour: O Lard! I believe you are a<br />
parson in good earnest, you kiss so devoutly.<br />
Bell. Well, your business with me, Lucy?<br />
Lucy. I had none, but through mistake.<br />
Bell. Which mistake you must go through with, Lucy.<br />
—Come, I know the intrigue between Heartwell and your<br />
mistress; and you mistook me for Tribulation Spintext, to<br />
marry 'em—ha? are not matters in this posture?—Confess;<br />
come, I'll be faithful, I will i'faith.—What, diffide 12 in me,<br />
Lucy?<br />
Lucy. Alas-a-day; you and Mr. Vainlove between you, have<br />
ruined my poor mistress; you have made a gap in her<br />
reputation; and can you blame her if she make it up with a<br />
husband?<br />
Bell. Well, is it as I say?<br />
Lucy. Well, it is then; but you'll be secret?<br />
Bell. Phuh! secret! ay:—and to be out of thy debt, I'll<br />
trust thee with another secret. Your mistress must not<br />
marry Heartwell, Lucy.<br />
Lucy. How! 0 Lord!<br />
Bell. Nay, don't be in a passion, Lucy,—I'll provide a<br />
fitter husband for her.—Come, here's earnest of my good<br />
intentions for thee too; let this mollify.—[Gives her money.]<br />
Look you, Heartwell is my friend; and though he be<br />
blind, I must not see him fall into the snare, and unwittingly<br />
marry a whore.<br />
Lucy. Whore! I'd have you to know my mistress scorns—<br />
Bell. Nay, nay; look you, Lucy, there arc whores of as<br />
good quality.—But to the purpose, if you will give me leave<br />
to acquaint you with it.—Do you carry on the mistake of<br />
me: I'll marry 'em.—Nay, don't pause; if you do, I'll spoil<br />
all. I have some private reasons for what I do, which I'll<br />
tell you within.—In the mean time, I promise, and rely<br />
upon me, to help your mistress to a husband: nay, and thee<br />
too, Lucy.—Here's my hand, I will, with a fresh assurance.<br />
[Gives her more money.<br />
Lucy. Ah, the devil is not so cunning!—you know my<br />
easy nature. Well, for once I'll venture to serve you; but if<br />
you deceive me, the curse of all kind, tender-hearted women<br />
light upon you I<br />
12 Distrust.