Bel.  From the Hague!  Now have I a curiosity to see it—­I am his Servant—­give it me—­[Gives it him, and Exit.—­Perhaps here may be the second part of my Tragedy, I’m full of Mischief, Charles—­and have a mind to see this Fellow’s Secrets.  For from this hour I’ll be his evil Genius, haunt him at Bed and Board; he shall not sleep nor eat; disturb him at his Prayers, in his Embraces; and teaze him into Madness.  Help me, Invention, Malice, Love, and Wit:  [Opening the Letter.  Ye Gods, and little Fiends, instruct my Mischief. [Reads.

  Dear Brother,

  According to your desire I have sent for my Son from
  St. Omer’s_, whom I have sent to wait on you in_ England;
  he is a very good Accountant, and fit for Business, and much
  pleased he shall see that Uncle to whom he’s so obliged, and
  which is so gratefully acknowledged by—­Dear Brother, your
  affectionate Brother,
                              Francis Fainwou’d.

—­Hum—­hark ye, Charles, do you know who I am now?

Gay.  Why, I hope a very honest Friend of mine, Harry Bellmour.

Bel.  No, Sir, you are mistaken in your Man.

Gay.  It may be so.

Bel.  I am, d’ye see, Charles, this very individual, numerical young Mr.—­what ye call ’um Fainwou’d, just come from St. Omers into England—­to my Uncle the Alderman.  I am, Charles, this very Man.

Gay.  I know you are, and will swear’t upon occasion.

Bel.  This lucky Thought has almost calm’d my mind. 
And if I don’t fit you, my dear Uncle,
May I never lie with my Aunt.

Gay.  Ah, Rogue—­but prithee what care have you taken about your Pardon? ’twere good you should secure that.

Bel.  There’s the Devil, Charles,—­had I but that—­but I have had a very good Friend at work, a thousand Guyneys, that seldom fails; but yet in vain, I being the first Transgressor since the Act against Duelling.  But I impatient to see this dear delight of my Soul, and hearing from none of you this six weeks, came from Brussels in this disguise—­for the Hague I have not seen, though hang’d there—­but come—­let’s away, and compleat me a right St. Omer’s Spark, that I may present my self as soon as they come from Church.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Sir Cautious Fulbank’s House.

Enter Lady Fulbank, Pert and Bredwel.  Bredwel gives her a Letter.

Lady Fulbank reads.

Did my Julia know how I languish in this cruel Separation,
she would afford me her pity, and write oftner.  If only the
Expectation of two thousand a year kept me from you, ah!
Julia, how easily would I abandon that Trifle for your more