f, he
pulls down all the Dressing-things: at the same instant Sir
_Patient_ leaps from the Bed, and she returns from the Door, and
sits on _Wittmore's_ Back as he lies on his Hands and Knees, and
makes as if she swooned.

Sir _Pat._ What's the matter? what's the matter? has Satan broke his
everlasting Chain, and got loose abroad to plague poor Mortals?
hah--what's the matter?
[Runs to his Lady.

L. _Fan._ Oh, help, I die--I faint--run down, and call for help.

Sir _Pat._ My Lady dying? oh, she's gone, she faints,--what ho, who
waits?
[Cries and bauls.

L. _Fan._ Oh, go down and bring me help, the Door is lock'd,--they
cannot hear ye,--oh--I go--I die.--
[He opens the Door, and calls help, help.

_Wit._ Damn him! there's no escaping without I kill the Dog.
[From under her, peeping.

L. _Fan._ Lie still, or we are undone.--

Sir _Patient_ returns with _Maundy_.

_Maun._ Hah, discover'd!

Sir _Pat._ Help, help, my Lady dies.

_Maun._ Oh, I perceive how'tis.--Alas, she's dead, quite gone; oh, rub
her Temples, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Oh, I'm undone then,-- [Weeps.] Oh my Dear, my virtuous Lady!

L. _Fan._ Oh, where's my Husband, my dearest Husband--Oh, bring him near
me.

Sir _Pat._ I'm here, my excellent Lady.--
[She takes him about the Neck, and raises her self up, gives
_Wittmore_ a little kick behind.

_Wit._ Oh the dear lovely Hypocrite, was ever Man so near discovery?--
[Goes out.

Sir _Pat._ Oh, how hard she presses my Head to her Bosom!

_Maun._ Ah, that grasping hard, Sir, is a very bad Sign.

Sir _Pat._ How does my good, my dearest Lady _Fancy_?

L. _Fan._ Something better now, give me more Air,--that dismal Larum
Death-watch had almost kill'd me.

Sir _Pat._ Ah precious Creature, how she afflicts her self for
me.--Come, let's walk into the Dining-room, 'tis more airy, from thence
into my Study, and make thy self Mistress of that Fortune I have
design'd thee, thou best of Women.

[Exeunt, leading her.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _A Room in Sir _Patient Fancy's_ House. A Table, and six
Chairs._

Enter _Isabella_ reading a Letter, _Betty_ tricking her.

_Isab._ How came you by this Letter?

_Bet._ Miss _Fanny_ receiv'd it by a String from his Window, by which he
took up that you writ to him this Morning.

_Isab._ What means this nicety? forbear I say.--
[Puts _Betty_ from her.

_Bet._ You cannot be too fine upon your Wedding-d