_Gay_. How, Sir! D"ye think my Devil of so little Quality, to suffer an Affront unrevenged?
_Bea_. Sir, I cry his Devilship"s Pardon: I did not know his Quality. I protest, Sir, I love and honour him, but I am now just going to be married, Sir; and when that Ceremony"s past, I"m ready to go to the Devil as soon as you please.
_Gay_. I have told him your Desire of seeing him, and shou"d you baffle him?
_Bea_. Who, I, Sir! Pray, let his Worship know, I shall be proud of the Honour of his Acquaintance; but, Sir, my Mistress and the Parson wait in _Ned"s_ Chamber.
_Gay_. If all the World wait, Sir, the Prince of h.e.l.l will stay for no Man.
_Bred_. Oh, Sir, rather than the Prince of the Infernals shall be affronted, I"ll conduct the Lady up, and entertain her till you come, Sir.
_Bea_. Nay, I have a great mind to kiss his--Paw, Sir; but I cou"d wish you"d shew him me by day-light, Sir.
_Gay_. The Prince of Darkness does abhor the Light. But, Sir, I will for once allow your Friend the Captain to keep you company.
_Enter_ Noisey _and_ Diana.
_Bea_. I"m much oblig"d to you, Sir; oh, Captain-- [_Talks to him_.
_Bred_. Haste, Dear; the Parson waits, To finish what the Powers design"d above.
_Dia_. Sure nothing is so bold as Maids in Love! [_They go out_.
_Noi_. Psho! he conjure--he can flie as soon.
_Gay_. Gentlemen, you must be sure to confine your selves to this Circle, and have a care you neither swear, nor pray.
_Bea_. Pray, Sir! I dare say neither of us were ever that way gifted.
A horrid Noise.
_Gay_.
_Cease your Horror, cease your Haste.
And calmly as I saw you last, Appear! Appear!
By thy Pearls and Diamond Rocks, By thy heavy Money-Box, By thy shining Petticoat, That hid thy cloven Feet from Note; By the Veil that hid thy Face, Which else had frighten"d humane Race_: [Soft Musick ceases.
_Appear, that I thy Love may see, Appear, kind Fiends, appear to me_.
A Pox of these Rascals, why come they not?
_Four enter from the four corners of the Stage, to Musick that plays; they dance, and in the Dance, dance round "em, and kick, pinch, and beat "em_.
_Bea_. Oh, enough, enough! Good Sir, lay "em, and I"ll pay the Musick--
_Gay_. I wonder at it--these Spirits are in their Nature kind, and peaceable--but you have basely injur"d some body--confess, and they will be satisfied--
_Bea_. Oh, good Sir, take your _Cerberuses_ off--I do confess, the Captain here, and I have violated your Fame.
_Noi_. Abus"d you,--and traduc"d you,--and thus we beg your pardon--
_Gay_. Abus"d me! "Tis more than I know, Gentlemen.
_Bea_. But it seems your Friend the Devil does.
_Gay_. By this time _Bredwel"s_ married.
--Great _Pantamogan_, hold, for I am satisfied, [_Ex. Devils_.
And thus undo my Charm-- [_Takes away the Circle, they run out_.
So, the Fools are going, and now to _Julia"s_ Arms.
[_Going_.
SCENE IV. _Lady_ Fulbank"s _Anti-chamber_.
_She discover"d undrest at her Gla.s.s; Sir_ Cautious _undrest_.
L. _Ful_. But why to Night? indeed you"re wondrous kind methinks.
Sir _Cau_. Why, I don"t know--a Wedding is a sort of an Alarm to Love; it calls up every Man"s courage.
L. _Ful_. Ay, but will it come when "tis call"d?
Sir _Cau_. I doubt you"ll find it to my Grief-- [_Aside_.
--But I think "tis all one to thee, thou car"st not for my Complement; no, thou"dst rather have a young Fellow.
L. _Ful_. I am not us"d to flatter much; if forty Years were taken from your Age, "twou"d render you something more agreeable to my Bed, I must confess.
Sir _Cau_. Ay, ay, no doubt on"t.
L. _Ful_. Yet you may take my word without an Oath, Were you as old as Time, and I were young and gay As _April_ Flowers, which all are fond to gather; My Beauties all should wither in the Shade, E"er I"d be worn in a dishonest Bosom.
Sir _Cau_. Ay, but you"re wondrous free methinks, sometimes, which gives shreud suspicions.
L. _Ful_. What, because I cannot simper, look demure, and justify my Honour, when none questions it?
--Cry fie, and out upon the naughty Women, Because they please themselves--and so wou"d I.
Sir _Cau_. How, wou"d, what cuckold me?
L. _Ful_. Yes, if it pleas"d me better than Vertue, Sir.
But I"ll not change my Freedom and my Humour, To purchase the dull Fame of being honest.
Sir _Cau_. Ay, but the World, the World--
L. _Ful_. I value not the Censures of the Croud.
Sir _Cau_. But I am old.