ce in your salt trickling tears. [_She goes and hangs
upon his neck_, _and kisses him_. BELLMOUR _kisses her hand behind_
FONDLEWIFE'S _back_.] So, a few soft words, and a kiss, and the good man
melts. See how kind nature works, and boils over in him.

LAET. Indeed, my dear, I was but just come down stairs, when you knocked
at the door; and the maid told me Mr. Spintext was ill of the colic upon
our bed. And won't you speak to me, cruel Nykin? Indeed, I'll die, if
you don't.

FOND. Ah! No, no, I cannot speak, my heart's so full--I have been a
tender husband, a tender yoke-fellow; you know I have.--But thou hast
been a faithless Delilah, and the Philistines--Heh! Art thou not vile
and unclean, heh? Speak. [_Weeping_.]

LAET. No-h. [_Sighing_.]

FOND. Oh that I could believe thee!

LAET. Oh, my heart will break. [_Seeming to faint_.]

FOND. Heh, how! No, stay, stay, I will believe thee, I will. Pray bend
her forward, sir.

LAET. Oh! oh! Where is my dear?

FOND. Here, here; I do believe thee. I won't believe my own eyes.

BELL. For my part, I am so charmed with the love of your turtle to you,
that I'll go and solicit matrimony with all my might and main.

FOND. Well, well, sir; as long as I believe it, 'tis well enough. No
thanks to you, sir, for her virtue.--But, I'll show you the way out of my
house, if you please. Come, my dear. Nay, I will believe thee, I do,
i'feck.

BELL. See the great blessing of an easy faith; opinion cannot err.

No husband, by his wife, can be deceived;
She still is virtuous, if she's so believed.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

SCENE: _The Street_.

BELLMOUR _in fanatic habit_, SETTER, HEARTWELL, LUCY.

BELL. Setter! Well encountered.

SET. Joy of your return, sir. Have you made a good voyage? or have you
brought your own lading back?

BELL. No, I have brought nothing but ballast back--made a delicious
voyage, Setter; and might have rode at anchor in the port till this time,
but the enemy surprised us--I would unrig.

SET. I attend you, sir.

BELL. Ha! Is it not that Heartwell at Sylvia's door? Be gone quickly,
I'll follow you--I would not be known. Pox take 'em, they stand just in
my way.

SCENE II.

BELLMOUR, HEARTWELL, LUCY.

HEART. I'm impatient till it be done.

LUCY. That may be, without troubling yourself to go again for your
brother's chaplain. Don't you see that stalking form of godliness?

HEART. O ay;