.

_Will._ What the Devil have we here? [Aside.

_Hunt._ _Bezolos mano's_, Seignior, I understand there is a Lady whose
Beauty and Proportion can only merit me: I'll say no more-- but shall be
grateful to you for your Assistance.

_Feth._ 'Tis so.

_Hunt._ The Devil's in't if this does not fright 'em from a farther
Courtship.
[Aside.

_Will._ Fear nothing, Seignior-- Seignior, you may try your Chance, and
visit the Ladies.
[Talks to _Hunt_.

_Feth._ Why, where the Devil could this Monster conceal himself all this
while, that we should neither see nor hear of him?

_Blunt._ Oh-- he lay disguis'd; I have heard of an Army that has done
so.

_Feth._ Pox, no single House cou'd hold him.

_Blunt._ No-- he dispos'd himself in several parcels up and down the
Town, here a Leg, and there an Arm; and hearing of this proper Match for
him, put himself together to court his fellow Monster.

_Feth._ Good Lord! I wonder what Religion he's of.

_Blunt._ Some heathen Papist, by his notable Plots and Contrivances.

_Will._ 'Tis _Hunt_, that Rogue-- [Aside.] Sir, I confess there is
great Power in Sympathy-- Conduct him to the Ladies--
[He tries to go in at the Door.
--I am sorry you cannot enter at that low Door, Seignior, I'll have it
broken down--

_Hunt._ No, Seignior, I can go in at twice.

_Feth._ How, at twice! what a Pox can he mean?

_Will._ Oh, Sir,'tis a frequent thing by way of Inchantment. Hunt _being
all Doublet, leaps off from another Man who is all Breeches, and goes
out; Breeches follows stalking._

_Feth._ Oh Pox, Mr. Doctor, this must be the Devil.

_Will._ Oh fie, Sir, the Devil! no 'tis all done by an inchanted
Girdle-- These damn'd Rascals will spoil all by too gross an Imposition
on the Fools.
[Aside.

_Feth._ This is the Devil, _Ned_, that's certain-- But hark ye, Mr.
Doctor, I hope I shall not have my Mistress inchanted from me by this
inchanted Rival, hah?

_Will._ Oh, no, Sir, the Inquisition will never let 'em marry, for fear
of a Race of Giants,'twill be worse than the Invasion of the _Moors_, or
the _French_: but go-- think of your Mistresses Names and Ages, here's
Company, and you would not be seen.
[Ex. _Blunt_ and _Feth._

Enter _La Nuche_ and_ Aurelia_; _Will._ bows to her.

_La Nu._ Sir, the Fame of your excellent Knowledge, and what you said to
me this day; has given me a Curiosity to learn my Fate, at least that
Fate you threatened.

_Will._ M