s or furies could have added to my vexation, or
anything, but another woman. You've racked my patience; begone, or by--

BELL. Hold, hold. What the devil--thou wilt not draw upon a woman?

VAIN. What's the matter?

ARAM. Bless me! what have you done to him?

BELIN. Only touched a galled beast until he winced.

VAIN. Bellmour, give it over; you vex him too much. 'Tis all serious to
him.

BELIN. Nay, I swear, I begin to pity him myself.

HEART. Damn your pity!--but let me be calm a little. How have I
deserved this of you? any of ye? Sir, have I impaired the honour of your
house, promised your sister marriage, and whored her? Wherein have I
injured you? Did I bring a physician to your father when he lay
expiring, and endeavour to prolong his life, and you one and twenty?
Madam, have I had an opportunity with you and baulked it? Did you ever
offer me the favour that I refused it? Or--

BELIN. Oh foh! what does the filthy fellow mean? Lord, let me be gone.

ARAM. Hang me, if I pity you; you are right enough served.

BELL. This is a little scurrilous though.

VAIN. Nay, 'tis a sore of your own scratching--well, George?

HEART. You are the principal cause of all my present ills. If Sylvia
had not been your mistress, my wife might have been honest.

VAIN. And if Sylvia had not been your wife, my mistress might have been
just. There, we are even. But have a good heart, I heard of your
misfortune, and come to your relief.

HEART. When execution's over, you offer a reprieve.

VAIN. What would you give?

HEART. Oh! Anything, everything, a leg or two, or an arm; nay, I would
be divorced from my virility to be divorced from my wife.

SCENE XIV.

[_To them_] SHARPER.

VAIN. Faith, that's a sure way: but here's one can sell you freedom
better cheap.

SHARP. Vainlove, I have been a kind of a godfather to you yonder. I
have promised and vowed some things in your name which I think you are
bound to perform.

VAIN. No signing to a blank, friend.

SHARP. No, I'll deal fairly with you. 'Tis a full and free discharge to
Sir Joseph Wittal and Captain Bluffe; for all injuries whatsoever, done
unto you by them, until the present date hereof. How say you?

VAIN. Agreed.

SHARP. Then, let me beg these ladies to wear their masks, a moment. Come
in, gentlemen and ladies.

HEART. What the devil's all this to me?

VAIN. Patience.

SCENE the Last

[_To them_] SIR