am this day to
marry her, and if you can find a means to do't in my room, I shall
resign my Interest to my Friend; for 'tis the lovely Mother I adore.

_Lod._ And was it you I fought with in the Garden?

_Wit._ Yes, and thereby hangs a tale of a mistake almost equal to thine,
which I'll at leisure tell you.
[Talks to _Lod._ and _Lean._

Sir _Cred._ I'm glad they're Friends; Zoz, here was like to have been a
pretty Business; what damnable work this same Womankind makes in a
Nation of Fools that are Lovers?

_Wit._ Look ye, I am a damn'd dull Fellow at Invention, I'll therefore
leave you to contrive matters by your selves, whilst I'll go try how
kind Fortune will be to me this Morning, and see in what readiness my
Bride is. What you do must be thought on suddenly; I'll wait on you
anon, and let you know how matters go.--I'm as impatient to know the
truth of this, as for an opportunity to enjoy _Lucia_.
[Goes out.

_Lod._ _Leander_, what shall I do?

_Lean._ You were best consult your Mother and Sister; Women are best at
Intrigues of this kind: But what becomes of me?

_Lod._ Let me alone to dispatch this Fool, I long to have him out of the
way, he begins to grow troublesome:--but now my Mother expects you.

_Lean._ Prithee be careful of me.-- [Exit _Lean._

Sir _Cred._ What was this long Whisper, something about me?

_Lod._ Why, yes, faith, I was persuading him to speak to his Friend
about this Business; but he swears there's no hopes of a Reconciliation:
you are a dead Man, unless some cleanly conveyance of you be soon
thought on.

Sir _Cred._ Why, I'll keep within doors, and defy Malice and foul
Weather.

_Lod._ Oh, he means to get a Warrant, and search for stolen Goods,
prohibited Commodities or Conventicles; there's a thousand Civil
Pretences in this Town to commit Outrages--let me see.--
[They both pause a while.

Sir _Cred._ Well, I have thought,--and of such a Business, that the
Devil's in't if you don't say I am a man of Intrigue.

_Lod._ What is't?

Sir _Cred._ Ha, ha, ha, I must have leave to laugh to think how neatly I
shall defeat this Son of a Whore of a thunder thumping Hector.

_Lod._ Be serious, Sir, this is no laughing matter; if I might advise,
you should steal into the Country, for two or three days, till the
Business be blown over.

Sir _Cred._ Lord, thou art so hasty and conceited of thy own Invention,
thou wilt not give a Man leave to think in thy company: why, t