vant.
[Exit.

Enter _Leander_.

_Lod._ I hope 'twill be ridiculous enough, and then the Devil's in't if
it do not do his Business with my Mother, for she hates all impertinent
Noises but what she makes herself. She's now going to make a Visit to
your Uncle, purposely to give me an opportunity to _Isabella_.

_Lean._ And I'm ingag'd to wait on her thither, she designs to carry the
Fiddles too; he's mad enough already, but such a Visit will fit him for
Bedlam.

_Lod._ No matter, for you have all a leud Hand with him; between his
continual imaginary Sickness, and perpetual Physic, a Man might take
more Pleasure in an Hospital. What the Devil did he marry a young Wife
for? and they say a handsome Creature too.

_Lean._ To keep up his Title of Cuckold I think, for she has Beauty
enough for Temptation, and no doubt makes the right use on't: wou'd I
cou'd know it, that I might prevent her cheating my Uncle longer to my
undoing.

_Lod._ She'll be cunning enough for that, if she have Wit: but now thou
talk'st of Intrigues, when didst see _Wittmore_? that Rogue has some
lucky Haunt which we must find out.--But my Mother expects your
attendance; I'll go seek my Sister, and make all the Interest there I
can for you, whilst you pay me in the same Coin to _Isabella_. _Adieu._

_Lean._ Trust my Friendship.--

[Ex. severally.

ACT II.

SCENE I. A Garden to Sir _Patient Fancy's_ House.

Enter Lady _Fancy_, _Wittmore_, and _Maundy_.

_Wit._ Enough, my charming Mistress, you've set my Soul at Peace, and
chas'd away those Fears and Doubts my Jealousy created there.

_Maun._ Mr. _Wittmore's_ satisfy'd of your Constancy, Madam; though had
I been your Ladyship, I should have given him a more substantial Proof,
which you might yet do, if you wou'd make handsome use of your time.

_Wit._ _Maundy_ advises well; my dearest, let's withdraw to yonder
Covert Arbour, whose kind Shades will secure us a Happiness that Gods
might envy.
[Offers to lead her out.

L. _Fan._ I dare not for the world, Sir _Patient_ is now asleep, and
'tis to those few Minutes we are oblig'd for this Enjoyment, which
shou'd Love make us transgress, and he shou'd wake and surprize us, we
are undone for ever: no, let us employ this little time we have in
consulting how we may be often happy, and securely so: Oh, how I
languish for the dear opportunity!

_Wit._ And cou'd you guess what Torments I have suffer'd in these few
fatal