Sir Feeb.  Done—­hum—­come, out with it; Brother—­what troubles you to
Night?

Sir Cau.  Troubles me—­why, knows he I am robb’d? [Aside.

Sir Feeb.  I may perhaps restore you to the Rest you’ve lost.

Sir Cau.  The Rest; why, have I lost more since?  Why, know you then who did it?—­Oh, how I’d be reveng’d upon the Rascal!

Sir Feeb.  ’Tis—­Jealousy, the old Worm that bites—­ [Aside. 
Who is it you suspect?

Sir Cau.  Alas, I know not whom to suspect, I wou’d I did; but if you cou’d discover him—­I wou’d so swinge him—­

Sir Feeb.  I know him—­what, do you take me for a Pimp, Sir?  I know
him—­there’s your Watch again, Sir; I’m your Friend, but no Pimp,
Sir—­
         [Rises in Rage.

Sir Cau.  My Watch; I thank you, Sir—­but why Pimp, Sir?

Sir Feeb.  Oh, a very thriving Calling, Sir,—­and I have a young Wife to practise with.  I know your Rogues.

Sir Cau.  A young Wife!—­’tis so, his Gentlewoman has been at Hot-Cockles without her Husband, and he’s Horn-mad upon’t.  I suspected her being so close in with his Nephew—­in a Fit with a Pox—­[Aside.] Come, come, Sir Feeble, ’tis many an honest Man’s Fortune.

Sir Feeb.  I grant it, Sir—­but to the business, Sir, I came for.

Sir Cau.  With all my Soul—­

    [They sit gaping, and expecting when either should speak. 
    Enter Bredwel and Gayman at the door.  Bredwel sees them,
    and puts Gayman_ back again_.

Bred.  Hah—­Sir Feeble, and Sir Cautious there—­what shall I do?  For this way we must pass, and to carry him back wou’d discover my Lady to him, betray all, and spoil the Jest—­retire, Sir, your Life depends upon your being unseen. [Go out.

Sir Feeb.  Well, Sir, do you not know that I am married, Sir? and this my Wedding Night?

Sir Cau.  Very good, Sir.

Sir Feeb.  And that I long to be in bed?

Sir Cau.  Very well, Sir.

Sir Feeb.  Very good, Sir, and very well, Sir—­why then what the Devil do I make here, Sir? [Rises in a rage.

Sir Cau.  Patience, Brother—­and forward.

Sir Feeb.  Forward! lend me your hand, good Brother; let’s feel your
Pulse; how has this Night gone with you?

Sir Cau.  Ha, ha, ha—­this is the oddest Quonudrum—­sure he’s mad—­and yet now I think on’t, I have not slept to night, nor shall I ever sleep again, till I have found the Villain that robb’d me. [Weeps.

Sir Feeb.  So, now he weeps—­far gone—­this Laughing and Weeping is a very bad sign! [Aside.] Come, let me lead you to your Bed.

Sir Cau.  Mad, stark mad—­no, now I’m up ’tis no matter—­pray ease your troubled Mind—­I am your Friend—­out with it—­what, was it acted? or but designed?