re I sleep, the mystery of all this, and who
'twas this faithless Man sent in his room to deceive me in the Garden.
[Goes out.

_Lod._ A plague of all ill-luck--how the Devil came she hither? I must
follow and reconcile her.
[Going out, Sir _Patient_ stays him.

Sir _Pat._ Nay, Sir, we must not part so till I have known the truth of
this Business, I take it.

_Lod._ Truth, Sir! oh, all that your fair Lady has said, Sir; I must
confess her Eyes have wounded me enough with Anger, you need not add
more to my Shame.--

L. _Fan._ Some little comfort yet, that he prov'd indeed to be
_Isabella's_ Lover: Oh, that I should mistake so unluckily!
[Aside.

Sir _Pat._ Why, I thought it had been Mr. _Fainlove_.

L. _Fan._ By all that's good, and so did I.

_Lod._ I know you did, Madam, or you had not been so kind to me: Your
Servant, dear Madam.--
[Going, Sir _Patient_ stays him.

L. _Fan._ Pray, Sir, let him go; oh, how I abominate the sight of a Man
that cou'd be so wicked as he has been!

Sir _Pat._ Ha,--good Lady, excellent Woman: well, Sir, for my Lady's
sake I'll let you pass with this, but if I catch you here again, I shall
spoil your Intrigues, Sir, marry, shall I, and so rest ye satisfied,
Sir.--

_Lod._ At this time, I am, Sir--Madam, a thousand Blessings on you for
this Goodness.

L. _Fan._ Ten thousand Curses upon thee,--go, boast the Ruin you have
made.
[Aside to _Lod._

Sir _Pat._ Come, no more Anger now, my Lady; the Gentleman's sorry you
see, I'll marry my pert Huswife to morrow for this.--_Maundy_, see the
Gentleman safe out:--ah, put me to Bed; ah, this Night's Work will kill
me, ah, ah.

[Exeunt _Lodwick_ and _Maundy_.

_The Scene draws over Sir _Patient_ and Lady: draws again and discovers_

SCENE VIII. The Garden, _Wittmore_, _Fanny_, and _Isabella_.

_Isab._ How, Mr. _Fainlove_, it cannot be.

_Fan._ Indeed, Sister, 'tis the same, for all he talks so; and he told
me his coming was but to try your Virtue only.

Enter _Lodwick_ and _Maundy_ as passing over, but stand.

_Isab._ That _Fainlove_! whom I am so soon to marry! and but this day
courted me in another Dialect!

_Wit._ That was my Policy, Madam, to pass upon your Father with. But I'm
a Man that knows the value of the Fair, and saw Charms of Beauty and of
Wit in you, that taught me to know the way to your Heart was to appear
my self, which now I do. Why did you leave me so unkindly but now?

_Lod._