Enter Bearjest and Noisey disordered.

Bea.  Madam, I beg your Pardon—­I met with a most devilish Adventure; —­your Pardon too, Mr. Doctor, for making you wait.—­But the business is this, Sir—­I have a great mind to lie with this young Gentlewoman to Night, but she swears if I do, the Parson of the Parish shall know it.

Par.  If I do, Sir, I shall keep Counsel.

Bea. And that’s civil, Sir—­Come, lead the way,
       With such a Guide, the Devil’s in’t if we can go astray.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Changes to the Anti-chamber.

Enter Sir Cautious.

Sir Cau.  Now cannot I sleep, but am as restless as a Merchant in stormy Weather, that has ventur’d all his Wealth in one Bottom.—­Woman is a leaky Vessel.—­if she should like the young Rogue now, and they should come to a right understanding—­why, then I am a—­Wittal—­that’s all, and shall be put in Print at Snow-hill, with my Effigies o’th’ top, like the sign of Cuckolds Haven.—­Hum—­they’re damnable silent—­pray Heaven he have not murdered her, and robbed her—­hum—­hark, what’s that?—­a noise!—­he has broke his Covenant with me, and shall forfeit the Money—­How loud they are?  Ay, ay, the Plot’s discovered, what shall I do?—­Why, the Devil is not in her sure, to be refractory now, and peevish; if she be, I must pay my Money yet—­and that would be a damn’d thing.—­sure they’re coming out—­I’ll retire and hearken how ’tis with them. [Retires.

Enter Lady Fulbank undrest, Gayman, half undrest upon
his Knees, following her, holding her Gown.

L. Ful.  Oh!  You unkind—­what have you made me do?  Unhand me, false Deceiver—­let me loose—­

Sir Cau.  Made her do?—­so, so—­’tis done—­I’m glad of that—­
          
                                           [Aside peeping.

Gay.  Can you be angry, Julia?  Because I only seiz’d my Right of Love.

L. Ful.  And must my Honour be the Price of it? 
Could nothing but my Fame reward your Passion? 
—­What, make me a base Prostitute, a foul Adulteress? 
Oh—­be gone, be gone—­dear Robber of my Quiet. [Weeping.

Sir Cau.  Oh, fearful!—­

Gay.  Oh!  Calm your rage, and hear me; if you are so,
You are an innocent Adulteress. 
It was the feeble Husband you enjoy’d
In cold imagination, and no more;
Shily you turn’d away—­faintly resign’d.

Sir Cau.  Hum, did she so?—­

Gay.  Till my Excess of Love betray’d the Cheat.

Sir Cau.  Ay, ay, that was my Fear.

L. Ful.  Away, be gone—­I’ll never see you more—­

Gay.  You may as well forbid the Sun to shine. 
Not see you more!—­Heavens!  I before ador’d you,
But now I rave!  And with my impatient Love,
A thousand mad and wild Desires are burning! 
I have discover’d now new Worlds of Charms,
And can no longer tamely love and suffer.