Mop.  Ha, discover’d!—­A Woman in the Garden!

Har.  Come down, come down, thou false perfidious Wretch.

Scar.  Who in the Devil’s Name, art thou?  And to whom dost thou speak?

Har.  To thee, that false Deceiver, thou hast broke thy Vows, thy
lawful Vows of Wedlock.    [Bawling out. 
Oh, oh, that I shou’d live to see the Day.    [Crying.

Scar.  Who mean you, Woman?

Har.  Whom shou’d I mean but thou,—­my lawful Spouse?

Mop.  Oh Villain!  Lawful Spouse!—­Let me come to her.

[Scar, comes down, as Mopsophil flings out of the Balcony.

Scar.  The Woman’s mad—­hark ye, Jade, how long have you been thus distracted?

Har.  E’er since I lov’d and trusted thee, false Varlet.—­See here, the Witness of my Love and Shame.

[Bawls, and points to her Belly.

Just then_ Mopsophil enters.

Mop.  How! with Child!  Out, Villain! was I made a Property?

Scar.  Hear me.

Har.  Oh, thou Heathen Christian! was not one Woman enough?

Mop.  Ay, Sirrah, answer to that.

Scar.  I shall be sacrific’d.

Mop.  I am resolv’d to marry to morrow—­either to the Apothecary or the Farmer, Men I never saw, to be reveng’d on thee, thou termagant Infidel.

    Enter the Doctor.

Doct.  What Noise, what Out-cry, what Tumult’s this?

Har.  Ha, the Doctor!—­What shall I do?
                              [Gets to the Door, Scar. pulls her in.

Doct.  A Woman! some Baud I am sure;—­Woman, what’s your Business here? ha.

Har.  I came, an’t like your Seigniorship, to Madam the Governante here, to serve her in the Quality of a Fille de Chambre to the young Ladies.

Doct.  A Fille de Chambre! ’tis so, a she Pimp.

Har.  Ah, Seignior—­
             [Makes his little dapper Leg, instead of a Curt’sy.

Doct.  How now, what, do you mock me?

Har.  Oh Seignior! [Gets nearer the Door.

Mop.  Stay, stay, Mistress; and what Service are you able to do the Seignior’s Daughters?

Har.  Is this Seignior Doctor Baliardo, Madam?

Mop.  Yes.

Har.  Oh! he’s a very handsome Gentleman—­indeed.

Doct.  Ay, ay, what Service can you do, Mistress?

Har.  Why, Seignior, I can tie a Crevat the best of any Person in Naples, and I can comb a Periwig—­and I can—­

Doct.  Very proper Service for young Ladies; you, I believe, have been Fille de Chambre to some young Cavaliers?

Har.  Most true, Seignior; why shou’d not the Cavaliers keep Filles de Chambre, as well as great Ladies Valets de Chambre?