r, hath spoil'd both his Praying and his
Eating.

Sir _Pat._ Hah! What a Family's here? no Prayer to day!

Enter _Nurse_ and _Fanny_.

_Nurs._ Nay verily it shall all out, I will be no more the dark Lanthorn
to the deeds of Darkness.

Sir _Pat._ What's the matter here? [Exit _Roger_.

_Nurs._ Sir, this young Sinner has long been privy to all the daily and
nightly meetings between Mr. _Lodwick_ and _Isabella_; and just now I
took her tying a Letter to a String in the Garden, which he drew up to
his Window: and I have born it till my Conscience will bear it no
longer.

Sir _Pat._ Hah, so young a Baud!--Tell me, Minion--private meeting! tell
me truth, I charge ye, when? where? how? and how often? Oh, she's
debauch'd!--her Reputation ruin'd, and she'll need a double Portion.
Come, tell me truth, for this little Finger here has told me all.

_Fan._ Oh Geminy, Sir, then that little Finger's the hougesest great
Lyer as ever was.

Sir _Pat._ Huzzy, huzzy--I will have thee whip'd most unmercifully:
Nurse, fetch me the Rod.

_Fan._ Oh, pardon me, Sir, this one time, and I'll tell all.
[Kneels.
--Sir--I have seen him in the Garden, but not very often.

Sir _Pat._ Often! Oh, my Family's dishonoured. Tell me truly what he
us'd to do there, or I will have thee whipt without cessation. Oh, I'm
in a cold Sweat; there's my fine Maid, was he with her long?

_Fan._ Long enough.

Sir _Pat._ Long enough!--oh, 'tis so, long enough,--for what, hah? my
dainty Miss, tell me, and didst thou leave 'em?

_Fan._ They us'd to send me to gather Flowers to make Nosegays, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Ah, Demonstration; 'tis evident if they were left alone that
they were naught, I know't.--And where were they the while? in the close
Arbour?--Ay, ay--I will have it cut down, it is the Pent-house of
Iniquity, the very Coverlid of Sin.

_Fan._ No, Sir, they sat on the Primrose Bank.

Sir _Pat._ What, did they sit all the while, or stand--or--lie--or--oh,
how was't?

_Fan._ They only sat indeed, Sir Father.

Sir _Pat._ And thou didst not hear a Word they said all the while?

_Fan._ Yes, I did, Sir, and the Man talk'd a great deal of this, and of
that, and of t'other, and all the while threw Jessamine in her Bosom.

Sir _Pat._ Well said, and did he nothing else?

_Fan._ No, indeed, Sir Father, nothing.

Sir _Pat._ But what did she say to the Man again?

_Fan._ She said, let me see.--Ay, she said, Lord, you'll forget your
self,