wer, I cannot reach that
Note--nor any Note I fear.

_Isab._ Well, begin--Oh! _Patch_ we shall be discover'd.

_Patch._ I sink with the Apprehension, Madam,--humph, humph-- (_Sings_)

(__Charles_ pulls open the Closet Door._

_Char._ Musick and Singing
_'Tis thus the bright Coelestial Court above,_
_Beguiles the Hours with Musick and with Love._
Death! her Father there, (_The Women shriek_) then I must fly--
(_Exit into the Closet_)

(_Sir _Jealous_ rises up hastily, seeing _Charles_ slip back into
the Closet._

Sir _Jeal._ Hell and Furies, a Man in the Closet--

_Patch._ Ah! a Ghost, a Ghost--he must not enter the Closet--
(Isabinda _throws her self down before the Closet-door as in
a Sound._

Sir _Jeal._ The Devil! I'll make a Ghost of him I warrant you.
(_Strives to get by._

_Patch._ Oh hold, Sir, have a care, you'l tread upon my Lady-- who waits
there? Bring some Water: Oh! this comes of your opening the Charm: Oh,
oh, oh, oh.
(_Weeps aloud._

Sir _Jeal._ I'll Charm you, House-wife, here lies the Charm, that
conjur'd this Fellow in I'm sure on't, come out you Rascal, do so:
Zounds take her from the Door, or I'll spurn her from it, and break your
Neck down Stairs.

_Isab._ Oh, oh, where am I--He's gone, I heard him leap down.
(_Aside to _Patch_._

_Patch._ Nay, then let him enter--here, here Madam, smell to this; come
give me your Hand; come nearer to the Window, the Air will do you good.

Sir _Jeal._ I wou'd she were in her Grave. Where are you, Sirrah,
Villain, Robber of my Honour; I'll pull you out of your Nest.
(_Goes into the Closet._

_Patch._ You'l be mistaken, old Gentleman, the Bird is flown.

_Isab._ I'm glad I have 'scap'd so well. I was almost dead in earnest
with the Fright.

_Re-enter Sir _Jealous_ out of the Closet._

Sir _Jeal._ Whoever the Dog were he has escap'd out of the Window, for
the Sash is up. But tho' he is got out of my Reach, you are not: And
first Mrs. _Pandor_, with your Charms for Tooth-ach, get out of my
House, go, troop; yet hold, stay, I'll see you out of my Doors my self,
but I'll secure your Charge e'er I go.

_Isab._ What do you mean, Sir? Was she not a Creature of your own
providing?

Sir _Jeal._ She was of the Devil's providing for ought I know.

_Patch._ What have I done, Sir to merit your Displeasure?

Sir _Jeal._ I don't know which of you have done it; but you shall both
suffer for it, till I can di