Sir _Cau_. "Tis that I wou"d be glad to know, Sir.
_Enter _d.i.c.k.
Sir _Feeb_. Here, _d.i.c.k_, remember I"ve brought back your Master"s Watch; next time he sends for me o"er Night, I"ll come to him in the Morning.
Sir _Cau_. Ha, ha, ha, I send for you! Go home and sleep, Sir--Ad, and ye keep your Wife waking to so little purpose, you"ll go near to be haunted with a Vision of Horns.
[_Exit_ d.i.c.k.
Sir _Feeb_. Roguery, Knavery, to keep me from my Wife--Look ye, this was the Message I receiv"d.
[_Tells him seemingly_.
_Enter_ Bredwel _to the Door in a white Sheet like a Ghost, speaking to_ Gayman _who stands within_.
_Bred_. Now, Sir, we are two to two, for this way you must pa.s.s or be taken in the Lady"s Lodgings--I"ll first adventure out to make you pa.s.s the safer, and that he may not, if possible, see Sir _Cautious_, whom I shall fright into a Trance, I am sure.
And Sir _Feeble_, the Devil"s in"t if he know him. [_Aside_.
_Gay_. A brave kind Fellow this.
_Enter_ Bredwel _stalking on as a Ghost by them_.
Sir _Cau_. Oh--undone,--undone; help, help;--I"m dead, I"m dead.
[_Falls down on his Face; Sir_ Feeble _stares,--and stands still_.
_Bred_. As I could wish. [_Aside, turns_.
Come on, thou ghastly thing, and follow me.
_Enter_ Gayman _like a Ghost, with a Torch_.
Sir _Cau_. Oh Lord, oh Lord!
_Gay_. Hah!--old Sir _Feeble Fainwou"d_--why, where the Devil am I?
--"Tis he:--and be it where it will, I"ll fright the old Dotard for cozening my Friend of his Mistress. [_Stalks on_.
Sir _Feeb_. Oh, guard me,--guard me--all ye Pow"rs! [_Trembling_.
_Gay_. Thou call"st in vain, fond Wretch--for I am _Bellmour_,
_Whom first thou robb"st of Fame and Life, And then what dearer was,--his Wife_.
[_Goes out, shaking his Torch at him_.
Sir _Cau_. Oh Lord--oh Lord!
_Enter L_. Fulbank _in an undress, and_ Pert _undrest.
L. _Ful_. Heavens, what noise is this?--So he"s got safe out I see--hah, what thing art thou? [_Sees Sir _Feeble_ arm"d_.
Sir _Feeb_. Stay, Madam, stay--"tis I, a poor trembling Mortal.
L. _Ful_. Sir _Feeble Fainwou"d!_--rise,--are you both mad?
Sir _Cau_. No, no,--Madam, we have seen the Devil.
Sir _Feeb_. Ay, and he was as tall as the Monument.
Sir _Cau_. With Eyes like a Beacon--and a Mouth,--Heaven bless us, like _London_ Bridge at a full Tide.
Sir _Feeb_. Ay, and roar"d as loud.
L. _Ful_. Idle Fancies, what makes you from your Bed? and you, Sir, from your Bride?
_Enter_ d.i.c.k _with Sack_.
Sir _Feeb_. Oh! that"s the business of another day, a mistake only, Madam.
L. _Ful_. Away, I"m asham"d to see wise Men so weak; the Fantoms of the Night, or your own Shadows, the Whimseys of the Brain for want of Rest, or perhaps _Bredwel_, your Man--who being wiser than his Master, play"d you this Trick to fright you both to Bed.
Sir _Feeb_. Hum--adod, and that may be, for the young Knave when he let me in to Night, was drest up for some Waggery--
Sir _Cau_. Ha, ha, ha, "twas even so, sure enough, Brother--
Sir _Feeb_. Ads bobs, but they frighted me at first basely--but I"ll home to Pupsey, there may be Roguery, as well as here--Madam, I ask your Pardon, I see we"re all mistaken.
L. _Ful_. Ay, Sir _Feeble_, go home to your Wife.
[_Ex. severally_.
SCENE VI. _The Street_.
_Enter_ Bellmour _at the door, knocks, and enter to him from the House_, Phillis.
_Phil_. Oh, are you come, Sir? I"ll call my Lady down.
_Bel_. Oh, haste, the Minutes fly--leave all behind.
And bring _Leticia_ only to my Arms.
[_A noise of People_.
--Hah, what noise is that? "Tis coming this way, I tremble with my fears--hah, Death and the Devil, "Tis he--
_Enter Sir_ Feeble _and his Men arm"d, goes to the door, knocks_.
Ay, "tis he, and I"m undone--what shall I do to kill him now? besides, the Sin wou"d put me past all Hopes of pardoning.
Sir _Feeb_. A d.a.m.n"d Rogue to deceive me thus.--