Doct.  Here I must have dropt it; a Light, a Light there.

Enter Cinthio, from the Closet, pulls Charmante
out, they not knowing each other.

Cin.  Oh, this perfidious Woman!  No marvel she was so surpriz’d and angry at my Approach to Night.

Cha.  Who can this be?—­but I’ll be prepar’d.
                         [Lays his Hand on his Sword.

Doct.  Why, Scaramouch, Knave, a Light!
                     [Turns to the Door to call.

Enter Scaramouch with a Light, and seeing the two Lovers there, runs against his Master, puts out the Candle, and flings him down and falls over him.  At the entrance of the Candle, Charmante slipt from Cinthio into the Closet.  Cinthio gropes to find him; when Mopsophil and Elaria, hearing a great Noise, enter with a Light.  Cinthio finding he was discovered falls to acting a Mad-man, Scaramouch helps up the Doctor, and bows.

Ha,—­a Man,—­and in my House,—­Oh dire Misfortune! 
—­Who are you, Sir?

Cin.  Men call me Gog Magog, the Spirit of Power;
My Right-hand Riches holds, my Left-hand Honour. 
Is there a City Wife wou’d be a Lady?—­Bring her to me,
Her easy Cuckold shall be dubb’d a Knight.

Ela.  Oh Heavens! a Mad-man, Sir.

Cin.  Is there a tawdry Fop wou’d have a Title? 
A rich Mechanick that wou’d be an Alderman? 
Bring ’em to me,
And I’ll convert that Coxcomb, and that Blockhead, into Your Honour
and Right-Worshipful.

Doct.  Mad, stark mad!  Why, Sirrah, Rogue—­Scaramouch —­How got this Mad-man in?

        [While the Doctor turns to Scaramouch, Cinthio
        speaks softly to Elaria.

Cin.  Oh, thou perfidious Maid!  Who hast thou hid in yonder conscious Closet? [Aside to her.

Scar.  Why, Sir, he was brought in a Chair for your Advice; but how he rambled from the Parlour to this Chamber, I know not.

Cin.  Upon a winged Horse, ycleped Pegasus, Swift as the fiery Racers of the Sun,—­I fly—­I fly—­See how I mount, and cut the liquid Sky.
          
                                                [Runs out.

Doct.  Alas, poor Gentleman, he’s past all Cure.—­But, Sirrah, for the future, take you care that no young mad Patients be brought into my House.

Scar.  I shall, Sir,—­and see,—­here’s your Key you look’d for.

Doct.  That’s well; I must be gone—­Bar up the Doors, and upon Life or
Death let no man enter.
                   [Exit Doctor, and all with him, with the Light.

Charmante peeps out—­and by degrees comes all out,
listning every step.

Char.  Who the Devil cou’d that be that pull’d me from the Closet? but

at last I’m free, and the Doctor’s gone; I’ll to Cinthio, and bring him to pass this Night with our Mistresses.
                                       [Exit.