her.

Enter Lady _Fancy_ and _Maundy_.

L. _Fan._ Madam, I beg your pardon for my absence, the effects of my
Obedience, not Will; but Sir _Patient_ is taken very ill o'th' sudden,
and I must humbly intreat your Ladyship to retire, for Rest is only
essential to his Recovery.

L. _Kno._ Congruously spoken, upon my Honour. Oh, the impudence of this
Fellow your Ladyship's Husband, to espouse so fair a Person only to make
a Nurse of!

L. _Fan._ Alas, Madam!--

L. _Kno._ A Slave, a very Houshold Drudge.--Oh, faugh, come never
grieve;--for, Madam, his Disease is nothing but Imagination,
a Melancholy which arises from the Liver, Spleen, and Membrane call'd
_Mesenterium_; the _Arabians_ name the Distemper _Myrathial_, and we
here in _England_, _Hypochondriacal Melancholy_; I cou'd prescribe a
most potent Remedy, but that I am loth to stir the Envy of the College.

L. _Fan._ Really, Madam, I believe--

L. _Kno._ But as you say, Madam, we'll leave him to his Repose; pray do
not grieve too much.

_Lod._ Death! wou'd I had the consoling her, 'tis a charming Woman!

L. _Kno._ Mr. _Fancy_, your Hand; Madam, your most faithful
Servant.--_Lucretia_, come, _Lucretia_.--Your Servant, Ladies and
Gentleman.

L. _Fan._ A Devil on her, wou'd the Nimbleness of her Ladyship's Tongue
were in her Heels, she wou'd make more haste away: oh, I long for the
blest minute.

_Lod._ _Isabella_, shall I find admittance anon?

_Isab._ On fair Conditions.

_Lod._ Trust my Generosity.--Madam, your Slave. [Ex.
[To L. _Fan._ gazing on her, goes out.

Sir _Cred._ Madam, I wou'd say something of your Charms and celestial
Graces, but that all Praises are as far below you, as the Moon in her
Opposition is below the Sun;--and so, luscious Lady, I am yours: Now for
my Serenade--

[Ex. all but L. _Fan._ and _Maundy_.

L. _Fan._ _Maundy_, have you commanded all the Servants to bed?

_Maun._ Yes, Madam, not a Mouse shall stir, and I have made ready the
Chamber next the Garden for your Ladyship.

L. _Fan._ Then there needs no more but that you wait for _Wittmore's_
coming to the Garden-Gate, and take care no Lights be in the House for
fear of Eyes.

_Maun._ Madam, I understand Lovers are best by dark, and shall be
diligent: the Doctor has secur'd Sir _Patient_ by a sleeping Pill, and
you are only to expect your approaching Happiness.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Lady _Knowell's_ Chamber.

Enter Lady _Knowell_ and _Leander_