Har.  Coward! nay, then I am provok’d, come on.

Scar.  Pardon me, Sir, I gave the Coward, and you ought to strike.

[They go to fight ridiculously, and ever as Scaramouch passes, Harlequin leaps aside, and skips so nimbly about, he cannot touch him for his Life; which after a while endeavouring in vain, he lays down his Sword.

—­If you be for dancing, Sir, I have my Weapons for all occasions.

    [Scar. pulls out a Flute Doux, and falls to playing.  Har.
    throws down his, and falls a dancing; after the Dance, they
    shake hands.

Har. Ha mon bon ami.—­Is not this better than duelling?

Scar.  But not altogether so heroick, Sir.  Well, for the future, let us have fair play; no Tricks to undermine each other, but which of us is chosen to be the happy Man, the other shall be content.

Ela. [Within.] Cousin Bellemante, Cousin.

Scar.  ’Slife, let’s be gone, lest we be seen in the Ladies Apartment.

[Scar. slips Harlequin behind the Door.

Enter Elaria.

Ela.  How now, how came you here?—­

Scar. [Signs to Har. to go out.] I came to tell you, Madam, my Master’s just taking Mule to go his Journey to Night, and that Don Cinthio is in the Street, for a lucky moment to enter in.

Ela.  But what if any one by my Father’s Order, or he himself should by some chance surprize us?

Scar.  If we be, I have taken order against a Discovery.  I’ll go see if the old Gentleman be gone, and return with your Lover.
                                                  [Goes out.

Ela.  I tremble, but know not whether ’tis with Fear or Joy.

Enter Cinthio.

Cin.  My dear Elaria—­
                 [Runs to imbrace her, She starts from him. 
—­Ha,—­shun my Arms, Elaria!

Ela.  Heavens!  Why did you come so soon?

Cin.  Is it too soon, whene’er ’tis safe, Elaria?

Ela.  I die with Fear—­Met you not Scaramouch?  He went to bid you wait a while; what shall I do?

Cin.  Why this Concern? none of the House has seen me.  I saw your Father taking Horse.

Ela.  Sure you mistake, methinks I hear his Voice.

Doct. [Below.]—­My Key—­The Key of my Laboratory.  Why, Knave Scaramouch, where are you?

Ela.  Do you hear that, Sir?—­Oh, I’m undone! 
Where shall I hide you?—­He approaches.
                   [She searches where to hide him. 
Ha! my Cousin’s Closet’s open,—­step in a little.
                   [He goes in, she puts out the Candle.

Enter the Doctor. She gets round the Chamber to the
Door, and as he advances in, she steals out.