rmandy_, to have the Language new modell'd.

L. _Kno._ You say well; but what's all this _ad Iphicli bonis_, where's
Sir _Credulous_ all this while? his Affairs expect him.

_Lod._ So does _Leander_ your Ladyship within.

L. _Kno._ _Leander!_ _Hymen, Hymenae_, I'll wait on him, _Lodwick_; I am
resolv'd you shall marry _Isabella_ too; I have a design in my head that
cannot fail to give you the possession of her within this two or three
hours.

_Lod._ Such an Indulgence will make me the happiest of Men, and I have
something to say to your Ladyship that will oblige you to hasten the
design.

L. _Kno._ Come in, and let me know it.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. _A Chamber in Sir _Patient Fancy's_ House. A Table and
Chairs._

Enter Lady _Fancy_ in a Morning-dress, _Maundy_ with Pen, Ink and
Paper.

L. _Fan._ _Wittmore_ in the Garden, sayst thou, with _Isabella_! Oh
perjur'd Man! it was by his contrivance then I was betray'd last night.

_Maun._ I thought so too at first, Madam, till going to conduct Mr.
_Knowell_ through the Garden, he finding Mr. _Wittmore_ there with
_Isabella_ drew on him, and they both fought out of the Garden: what
mischief's done I know not.--But, Madam, I hope Mr. _Knowell_ was not
uncivil to your Ladyship. I had no time to ask what pass'd between you.

L. _Fan._ Oh, name it not: I gave him all I had reserv'd for _Wittmore_.
I was so possess'd with the thoughts of that dear false one, I had no
sense free to perceive the cheat:--but I will be reveng'd.--Come let me
end my Letter, we are safe from interruption.

_Maun._ Yes, Madam, Sir _Patient_ is not yet up, the Doctors have been
with him, and tell him he is not so bad as we persuaded him.

L. _Fan._ And was he soft and kind?--By all that's good, she loves him,
and they contriv'd this meeting.--My Pen and Ink--I am impatient to
unload my Soul of this great weight of Jealousy.--
[Sits down, and writes.

Enter Sir _Patient_, looking over her Shoulder a tip-toe.

_Maun._ Heaven! here's Sir _Patient_, Madam.

L. _Fan._ Hah,--and 'tis too late to hide the Paper; I was just going to
subscribe my Name.

Sir _Pat._ Good morrow, my Lady _Fancy_, your Ladyship is well employ'd,
I see.

L. _Fan._ Indeed I was, and pleasantly too: I am writing a Love-letter,
Sir.--But, my Dear, what makes you so soon up?

Sir _Pat._ A Love-letter!--let me see't. [Goes to take it.

L. _Fan._ I'll read it to you, Sir.

_Maun._ What mean yo