u, Madam? [Aside.

Lady _Fancy_ reads.

It was but yesterday you swore you lov'd me, and I poor easy Fool
believ'd; but your last Night's Infidelity has undeceiv'd my Heart,
and render'd you the falsest Man that ever Woman sigh'd for. Tell
me, how durst you, when I had prepared all things for our Enjoyment,
be so great a Devil to deceive my languishing Expectations? and in
your room send one that has undone

Your--

_Maun._ Sure she's mad to read this to him.

Sir _Pat._ Hum,--I profess ingenuously--I think it is indeed a
Love-letter. My Lady _Fancy_, what means all this? as I take it, here
are Riddles and Mysteries in this Business.

L. _Fan._ Which thus, Sir, I'll unfold.--
[Takes the Pen, and writes _Isabella_.

Sir _Pat._ How! undone--Your--_Isabella_, meaning my Daughter?

L. _Fan._ Yes, my Dear, going this morning into her Chamber, she not
being there, I took up a Letter that lay open on her Table, and out of
curiosity read it; as near as I can remember 'twas to this purpose:
I writ it out now, because I had a mind thou shou'dst see't; for I can
hide nothing from thee.

Sir _Pat._ A very good Lady, I profess! to whom is it directed?

L. _Fan._ Why,--Sir--What shall I say, I cannot lay it now on
_Lodwick_--
[Aside.
I believe she meant it to Mr. _Fainlove_, for whom else cou'd it be
design'd? she being so soon to marry him.

Sir _Pat._ Hah,--Mr. _Fainlove_! so soon so fond and amorous!

L. _Fan._ Alas, 'tis the excusable fault of all young Women, thou knowst
I was just such another Fool to thee, so fond--and so in love.--

Sir _Pat._ Ha,--thou wert indeed, my Lady _Fancy_, indeed thou
wert.--But I will keep the Letter however, that this idle Baggage may
know I understand her Tricks and Intrigues.
[Puts up the Letter.

L. _Fan._ Nay then 'twill out: No, I beseech you, Sir, give me the
Letter, I wou'd not for the World _Isabella_ shou'd know of my theft,
'twou'd appear malicious in me:--Besides, Sir, it does not befit your
Gravity to be concern'd in the little Quarrels of Lovers.

Sir _Pat._ Lovers! Tell me not of Lovers, my Lady _Fancy_; with
Reverence to your good Ladyship, I value not whether there be Love
between 'em or not. Pious Wedlock is my Business,--nay, I will let him
know his own too, that I will, with your Ladyship's permission.

L. _Fan._ How unlucky I am!--Sir, as to his Chastisement, use your own
discretion, in which you do abound