ulous_.

_Lod._ No, Friend, she had too many Charms to keep me waking.

Sir _Cred._ Had she so? I shou'd have beg'd her Charms pardon, I tell
her that though.

_Wit._ Curse on my Sloth, Oh, how shall I dissemble? [Aside.

_Lean._ Thy Adventure was pretty lucky--but, _Wittmore_, thou dost not
relish it.

_Wit._ My Mind's upon my Marriage, Sir; if I thought he lov'd
_Isabella_, I wou'd marry her to be reveng'd on him, at least I'll vex
his Soul, as he has tortur'd mine.--Well, Gentlemen, you'll dine with
me,--and give me your opinion of my Wife.

_Lod._ Where dost thou keep the Ceremony?

_Wit._ At Sir _Patient Fancy's_, my Father-in-law.

_Lod._ How! Sir _Patient Fancy_ to be your Father-in-law?

_Lean._ My Uncle?

_Wit._ He's fir'd,--'tis his Daughter, Sir, I am to marry.--

_Lod._ _Isabella!_ _Leander_, can it be? can she consent to this? and
can she love you?

_Wit._ Why, Sir, what do you see in me, shou'd render me unfit to be
belov'd?
[Angry.

_Lod._ Marry'd to day! by Heaven, it must not be, Sir.
[Draws him aside.

_Wit._ Why, Sir, I hope this is not the kind Lady who was so soft, so
sweet and charming last night.

_Lod._ Hold, Sir,--we yet are Friends.--

_Wit._ And might have still been so, hadst thou not basely rob'd me of
my Interest.

_Lod._ Death, do you speak my Language? [Ready to draw.

_Wit._ No, take a secret from my angry Heart, which all its Friendship
to thee cou'd not make me utter;--it was my Mistress you surpriz'd last
night.

_Lod._ Hah, my Lady _Fancy_ his Mistress? Curse on my prating Tongue.
[Aside.

Sir _Cred._ What a Devil's all this, hard Words, Heart-burnings,
Resentments, and all that?

_Lean._ You are not quarrelling, I hope, my Friends?

_Lod._ All this, Sir, we suspected, and smok'd your borrowing Money last
night; and what I said was to gain the mighty secret that had been so
long kept from your Friends:--but thou hast done a baseness--
[Lays his Hand on his Sword.

_Lean._ Hold, what's the matter?

_Wit._ Did you not rob me of the Victory then I've been so long a
toiling for?

_Lod._ If I had, 'twould not have made her guilty, nor me a Criminal;
she taking me for one she lov'd, and I her for one that had no Interest
in my Friend: and who the Devil wou'd have refus'd so fine a Woman? Nor
had I but that I was prevented by her Husband.--But _Isabella_, Sir, you
must resign.

_Wit._ I will, provided that our Friendship's safe; I