SCENE VI draws off to Lady _Fancy’s_ Anti-chamber.
_Isab._ Pray Heaven I get undiscover’d to my Chamber, where I’ll make Vows against this perjured Man; hah, sure he follows still; no Wood-Nymph ever fled before a Satyr, with half that trembling haste I flew from _Lodwick_.--Oh, he has lost his Virtue, and undone me. [Goes out groping, and the noise of Serenade again.
SCENE VII. _Changes to Lady _Fancy’s_ Bed-chamber, discovers her as before; _Lodwick_ as just risen in Disorder from the Bed, buttoning himself, and setting himself in order; and Noise at the Door of unlatching it._
Enter _Isabella_ groping, Sir _Patient_ without.
L. _Fan._ It is this Door that open’d, and which I thought I had secur’d.
Sir _Pat._ [Within.] Oh, insupportable, abominable, and not to be indur’d!
_Isab._ Hah, my Father! I’m discover’d and pursu’d,--grant me to find the Bed.
L. _Fan._ Heavens! ‘twas my Husband’s Voice, sure we’re betray’d. It must be so, for what Devil but that of Jealousy cou’d raise him at this late hour?
_Isab._ Hah, where am I, and who is’t that speaks-- [To her self.
_Lod._ So, he must know that I have made a Cuckold of him. [Aside.
Sir _Pat._ [Within.] Call up my Men, the Coachman, Groom, and Butler, the Footmen, Cook, and Gardiner; bid ‘em all rise and arm, with long Staff, Spade and Pitchfork, and sally out upon the Wicked.
_Lod._ S’heart! what a Death shall I die:--is there no place of safety hereabouts--for there is no resisting these unmerciful Weapons.
L. _Fan._ I know of none, nor how to prevent your Discovery.
Sir _Pat._ [Within.] Oh, oh, lead me forward, I’ll lie here on the Garden-side, out of the hearing of this Hellish Noise.
_Lod._ Nay, I know not, is there no escaping?--
_Isab._ Who can they be that talk thus? sure I have mistook my Chamber.
L. _Fan._ Oh, he’s coming in--I’m ruin’d; what shall we do? here--get into the Bed--and cover your self with the Clothes--quickly--oh, my Confusion will betray me. [_Lodwick_ gets into the Bed, _Isabella_ hides behind the Curtain very near to him.
Enter Sir _Patient_, led by _Nurse_ and _Maundy_, with Lights.
_Maun._ Pray go back, Sir, my poor Lady will be frighted out of her Wits at this danger you put your self into, the Noise shall be still’d.