_Lean._ Hah, _Wittmore_ there! he must not see my Uncle yet.
[Puts Sir _Pat._ back.
[Exit _Wit._
Sir _Pat._ Nay, Sir, never detain me, I"ll to my Lady, is this your Demonstration?--Was ever so virtuous a Lady--Well, I"ll to her, and console her poor Heart; ah, the Joy "twill bring her to see my Resurrection!--I long to surprize her.
[Going off cross the Stage.
_Lean._ Hold, Sir, I think she"s coming,--blest sight, and with her _Wittmore_!
[Puts Sir _Pat._ back to the Door.
Enter Lady _Fancy_ and _Wittmore_.
Sir _Pat._ Hah, what"s this?
L. _Fan._ Now, my dear _Wittmore_, claim thy Rites of Love without controul, without the contradiction of wretched Poverty or Jealousy: Now undisguised thou mayst approach my Bed, and reign o"er all my Pleasures and my Fortunes, of which this Minute I create thee Lord, And thus begin my Homage.-- [Kisses him.
Sir _Pat._ Sure "tis some Fiend! this cannot be my Lady.
_Lean._ "Tis something uncivil before your face, Sir, to do this.
_Wit._ Thou wondrous kind, and wondrous beautiful; that Power that made thee with so many Charms, gave me a Soul fit only to adore "em; nor wert thou destin"d to another"s Arms, but to be render"d still more fit for mine.
Sir _Pat._ Hah, is not that _Fainlove_, _Isabella"s_ Husband? Oh Villain! Villain! I will renounce my Sense and my Religion.
[Aside.
L. _Fan._ Another"s Arms! Oh, call not those hated Thoughts to my remembrance, Lest it destroy that kindly Heat within me, Which thou canst only raise and still maintain.
Sir _Pat._ Oh Woman! Woman! d.a.m.n"d dissembling Woman. [Aside.
L. _Fan._ Come, let me lead thee to that Ma.s.s of Gold he gave me to be despis"d; And which I render thee, my lovely Conqueror, As the first Tribute of my glorious Servitude.
Draw in the Basket which I told you of, and is amongst the Rubbish in the Hall. [Exit _Wittmore_.] That which the Slave so many Years was toiling for, I in one moment barter for a Kiss, as Earnest of our future Joys.
Sir _Pat._ Was ever so prodigal a Harlot? was this the Saint? was this the most tender Consort that ever Man had?
_Lean._ No, in good faith, Sir.
Enter _Wittmore_ pulling in the Basket.
L. _Fan._ This is it, with a direction on"t to thee, whither I design"d to send it.
_Wit._ Good morrow to the Day, and next the Gold; Open the Shrine, that I may see my Saint-- Hail the World"s Soul,-- [Opens the Basket, Sir _Cred._ starts up.
L. _Fan._ O Heavens! what thing art thou?
Sir _Cred._ O, Pardon, Pardon, sweet Lady, I confess I had a hand in"t.
L. _Fan._ In what, thou Slave?--
Sir _Cred._ Killing the good believing Alderman;--but "twas against my Will.
L. _Fan._ Then I"m not so much oblig"d to thee,--but where"s the Money, the 8000_l._ the Plate and Jewels, Sirrah?
_Wit._ Death, the Dog has eat it.
Sir _Cred._ Eat it! Oh Lord, eat 8000_l._ Wou"d I might never come out of this Basket alive, if ever I made such a Meal in my Life.
_Wit._ Ye Dog, you have eat it; and I"ll make ye swallow all the Doses you writ in your Bill, but I"ll have it upward or downward.
[Aside.
Sir _Pat._ Hah, one of the Rogues my Doctors.
Sir _Cred._ Oh, dear Sir, hang me out of the way rather.
Enter _Maundy_.
_Maun._ Madam, I have sent away the Basket to Mr. _Wittmore"s_ Lodgings.
L. _Fan._ You might have sav"d your self that Labour, I now having no more to do, but to bury the stinking Corps of my quandom Cuckold, dismiss his Daughters, and give thee quiet possession of all.
[To _Wit._
Sir _Pat._ Fair Lady, you"ll take me along with you?
[Snaps, pulls off his Hat, and comes up to her.
L. _Fan._ My Husband!--I"m betray"d--
Sir _Pat._ Husband! I do defy thee, Satan, thou greater Wh.o.r.e than she of _Babylon_; thou Shame, thou Abomination to thy s.e.x.
L. _Fan._ Rail on, whilst I dispose my self to laugh at thee.
Sir _Pat._ _Leander_, call all the House in to be a Witness of our Divorce.
[Exit _Lean._
L. _Fan._ Do, and all the World, and let "em know the Reason.
Sir _Pat._ Methinks I find an Inclination to swear,--to curse my self and thee, that I cou"d no better discern thee; nay, I"m so chang"d from what I was, that I think I cou"d even approve of Monarchy and Church-Discipline, I"m so truly convinc"d I have been a Beast and an a.s.s all my Life.
Enter Lady _Knowell_, _Isabella_, _Lucretia_, _Leander_, _Lodwick_, _f.a.n.n.y_, &c.
L. _Kno._ Hah, Sir _Patient_ not dead?
Sir _Pat._ Ladies and Gentlemen, take notice that I am a Cuckold, a crop-ear"d snivelling Cuckold.
Sir _Cred._ A Cuckold! sweet Sir, shaw, that"s a small matter in a Man of your Quality.
Sir _Pat._ And I beg your pardon, Madam, for being angry that you call"d me so. [To L. _Kno._] And yours, dear _Isabella_, for desiring you to marry my good Friend there [Points to _Wit._] whose name I perceive I was mistaken in:--and yours, _Leander_, that I wou"d not take your Advice long since: and yours, fair Lady, for believing you honest,--"twas done like a credulous c.o.xcomb:--and yours, Sir, for taking any of your Tribe for wise, learned or honest.
[To Sir _Credulous_.
_Wit._ Faith, Sir, I deceiv"d ye only to serve my Friend; and, Sir, your Daughter is married to Mr _Knowell_: your Wife had all my stock of Love before, Sir.