_Wit._ Egad, I am i"th wrong, I see by _Lucia"s_ Looks.
Sir _Pat._ That you have, Sir, you wou"d say, made a Sport and May-game of the Ingagement of your Word; I take it, Mr. _Fainlove_, "tis not like the Stock you come from.
_Wit._ Yes, I was like to have spoil"d all, "sheart, what fine work I had made--but most certainly he has discover"d my Pa.s.sion for his Wife.--Well, Impudence a.s.sist me--I made, Sir, a trifle of my Word, Sir!
from whom have you this Intelligence?
Sir _Pat._ From whom shou"d I, Sir, but from my Daughter _Isabella_?
_Wit._ _Isabella!_ The malicious Baggage understood to whom my first Courtship was address"d last Night, and has betray"d me.
Sir _Pat._ And, Sir, to let you see I utter nothing without Precaution, pray read that Letter.
_Wit._ Hah--a Letter! what can this mean,--"tis _Lucia"s_ Hand, with _Isabella"s_ Name to"t.--Oh, the dear cunning Creature, to make her Husband the Messenger too.--How, I send one in my room!
[He reads.
L. _Fan._ Yes, Sir, you think we do not know of the Appointment you made last Night; but having other Affairs in hand than to keep your Promise, you sent Mr. _Knowell_ in your room,--false Man.
_Wit._ I send him, Madam! I wou"d have sooner died.
Sir _Pat._ Sir, as I take it, he cou"d not have known of your Designs and Rendezvous without your Informations.--Were not you to have met my Daughter here to night, Sir?
_Wit._ Yes, Sir, and I hope "tis no such great Crime, to desire a little Conversation with the fair Person one loves, and is so soon to marry, which I was hinder"d from doing by the greatest and most unlucky Misfortune that ever arriv"d: but for my sending him, Madam, credit me, nothing so much amazes me and afflicts me, as to know he was here.
Sir _Pat._ He speaks well, ingenuously, he does.--Well, Sir, for your Father"s sake, whose Memory I reverence, I will for once forgive you.
But let"s have no more Night-works, no more Gambols, I beseech you, good Mr. _Fainlove_.
_Wit._ I humbly thank ye, Sir, and do beseech you to tell the dear Creature that writ this, that I love her more than Life or Fortune, and that I wou"d sooner have kill"d the Man that usurp"d my place last Night, than have a.s.sisted him.
L. _Fan._ Were you not false, then?--Now hang me if I do not credit him.
[Aside.
Sir _Pat._ Alas, good Lady! how she"s concern"d for my Interest, she"s even jealous for my Daughter.
[Aside.
_Wit._ False! charge me not with unprofitable Sins; wou"d I refuse a Blessing, or blaspheme a Power that might undo me? wou"d I die in my full vigorous Health, or live in constant Pain? All this I cou"d, sooner than be untrue.
Sir _Pat._ Ingenuously, my Lady _Fancy_, he speaks discreetly, and to purpose.
L. _Fan._ Indeed, my Dear, he does, and like an honest Gentleman: and I shou"d think my self very unreasonable not to believe him.--And, Sir, I"ll undertake your Peace shall be made with your Mistress.
Sir _Pat._ Well, I am the most fortunate Man in a Wife, that ever had the blessing of a good one.
_Wit._ Madam, let me fall at your Feet, and thank you for this Bounty.--Make it your own case, and then consider what returns ought to be made to the most pa.s.sionate and faithful of Lovers.
[Kneels.
Sir _Pat._ I profess a wonderful good natur"d Youth, this; rise, Sir, my Lady _Fancy_ shall do you all the kind Offices she can, o" my word, she shall.
L. _Fan._ I"m all Obedience, Sir, and doubtless shall obey you.
Sir _Pat._ You must, indeed you must; and, Sir, I"ll defer your Happiness no longer, this Day you shall be marry"d.
_Wit._ This Day, Sir!--why, the Writings are not made.
Sir _Pat._ No matter, Mr. _Fainlove_; her Portion shall be equivalent to the Jointure you shall make her, I take it, that"s sufficient.
_Wit._ A Jointure, quoth he! it must be in new _Eutopian_ Land then.--And must I depart thus, without a kind Word, a Look, or a Billet, to signify what I am to expect.
[Looking on her slily.
Sir _Pat._ Come, my Lady _Fancy_, shall I wait on you down to Prayer!
Sir, you will get your self in order for your Marriage, the great Affair of human Life; I must to my Morning"s Devotion: Come, Madam.
[She endeavours to make Signs to _Wittmore_.
L. _Fan._ Alas, Sir, the sad Discourse you lately made me, has so disorder"d me, and given me such a Pain in my Head, I am not able to endure the Psalm-singing.
Sir _Pat._ This comes of your Weeping; but we"ll omit that part of th"
Exercise, and have no Psalm sung.
L. _Fan._ Oh, by no means, Sir, "twill scandalize the Brethren; for you know a Psalm is not sung so much out of Devotion, as "tis to give notice of our Zeal and pious Intentions: "tis a kind of Proclamation to the Neighbourhood, and cannot be omitted.--Oh, how my Head aches!
_Wit._ He were a d.a.m.n"d dull Lover, that cou"d not guess what she meant by this.
[Aside.
Sir _Pat._ Well, my Lady _Fancy_, your Ladyship shall be obey"d,--come, Sir, we"ll leave her to her Women. [Exit Sir _Pat._ [As _Wittmore_ goes out, he bows and looks on her; she gives him a Sign.
_Wit._ That kind Look is a sufficient Invitation. [Exit.
L. _Fan._ _Maundy_, follow "em down, and bring _Wittmore_ back again.-- [Exit _Maun._] There"s now a necessity of our contriving to avoid this Marriage handsomly,--and we shall at least make two Hours our own; I never wish"d well to long Prayers till this Minute.
Enter _Wittmore_.
_Wit._ Oh my dear _Lucia_!
L. _Fan._ Oh _Wittmore_! I long to tell thee what a fatal Mistake had like to have happened last Night.
_Wit._ My Friend has told me all, and how he was prevented by the coming of your Husband from robbing me of those sacred Delights I languish for.
Oh, let us not lose inestimable Time in dull talking; but haste to give each other the only Confirmation we can give, how little we are our own.
L. _Fan._ I see _Lodwick"s_ a Man of Honour, and deserves a Heart if I had one to give him.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III. A Hall.
Enter Sir _Patient_ and _Roger_.
Sir _Pat._ _Roger_, is Prayer ready, _Roger_?