ster, behold
him, and take pity on him; he has but one more humble request to make
you, 'tis to receive a Gold Watch which he designs you from himself.

Sir _Cred._ Why, how long has this Fellow been a Conjurer? for he does
deal with the Devil, that's certain,--_Lodwick_--
[Pulls him.

_Lod._ Ay do, speak and spoil all, do.

Sir _Cred._ Speak and spoil all, quoth he! and the Duce take me if I am
not provok'd to't; why, how the Devil should he light slap-dash, as they
say, upon every thing thus? Well, Zoz, I'm resolv'd to give it her, and
shame her if she have any Conscience in her.
[Gives his Watch with pitiful Grimaces.

_Lod._ Now, Sister, you must know there's a Mystery in this Watch, 'tis
a kind of Hieroglyphick that will instruct you how a Married Woman of
your Quality ought to live.

Sir _Cred._ How, my Watch Mysteries and Hieroglyphicks! the Devil take
me, if I knew of any such Virtues it had.
[They are all looking on the Watch.

_Lod._ Beginning at Eight, from which down to Twelve you ought to imploy
in dressing, till Two at Dinner, till Five in Visits, till Seven at the
Play, till Nine i'th' Park, Ten at Supper with your Lover, if your
Husband be not at home, or keep his distance, which he's too well bred
not to do; then from Ten to Twelve are the happy Hours the Bergere,
those of intire Enjoyment.--

Sir _Cred._ Say you so? hang me if I shall not go near to think I may
chance to be a Cuckold by the shift.

_Isab._ Well, Sir, what must she do from Twelve till Eight again?

_Lod._ Oh! those are the dull Conjugal Hours for sleeping with her own
Husband, and dreaming of Joys her absent Lover alone can give her.

Sir _Cred._ Nay, an she be for Sleeping, Zoz, I am as good at that as
she can be for her Heart; or Snoring either.

_Lod._ But I have done; Sir _Credulous_ has a dumb Oration to make you
by way of farther Explanation.

Sir _Cred._ A dumb Oration! now do I know no more how to speak a dumb
Speech than a Dog.

_Luc._ Oh, I love that sort of Eloquence extremely.

_Lod._ I told you this would take her.

Sir _Cred._ Nay, I know your silent Speeches are incomparable, and I
have such a Speech in my Head.

_Lod._ Your Postures, your Postures, begin, Sir.
[He puts himself into a ready Posture as if he would speak, but
only makes Faces.

Enter _Page_.

_Pag._ Sir, my Lady desires to speak with you. [To _Lean._

_Lean._ I'll wait on her,--a Devil on't.--

_Pag._ I