_Betty._ Madam, he shall then, no body will dare contradict us in the Cellar neither. (_Exeunt._
Mr. _Prais._ Well said, Mrs. _Betty_; she loves a Cup, I like her the better for't.
Mr. _Awd._ A hopeful Wife, this! do's she go on thus Triumphant?
_Mar._ I have sworn to answer you no more Questions.
L. _Whiff._ Indeed, Madam, you have made her very wicked.
_Mar._ The woman is a little Mischievous; but your Lordship shall see I'll bring her to Condign Punnishment. My Lord, I will be bold to say, here is a Scene a coming, wherein there is the greatest Distress that ever was seen in a Play: 'tis poor _Amorous_, and _Isabella_. Mr. _Praisall_, do you remember that old _Whimsicall_ was all along a Philosopher_?_ Come let down the Chariot.
Mr. _Prais._ Lord Madam, do you think I don't, why was not he and I a going to the Moon together?
_Mar._ Right! you must keep a steady, and a solid Thought to find the Depths of this plot out. Now, my Lord, be pleas'd once again to conceive these poor Lovers hunted above the Castle, at last taking Sanctuary in a high pair of Leads, which adjoyns to the old Man's study; conceive also their Enemies at their Heels; how then can these lost Creatures 'scape?
Mr. _Awd._ May be they both leapt over the Leads, and broke their Necks.
L. _Whiff._ That's one way; but pray lets hear the Ladies.
_Mar._ You must know, my Lord, at first I design'd this for Tragedy; and they were both taken; She was Poyson'd, and dy'd, like an Innocent Lamb, as she was indeed: I was studying a Death for him; once I thought Boys shou'd shoot him to Death with Pot-Guns: for your Lordship may be pleas'd to understand, _Amorous_ had been a Soldier, tho' now he was a Steward of the Family; and that wou'd have been Disgrace enough, you know: But at length I resolv'd to ram him into a great Gun, and scatter him o're the sturdy Plain: This, I say, was my first resolve. But I consider'd, 'twould break the Lady's Heart; so there is nothing in their Parts Tragical but as your Lordship shall see miraculously I turn'd it into an Opera.
L. _Whif._ Your Ladyship's Wit is Almighty, and produces nothing but Wonders.
Mr. _Prais._ The Devil take his Lordship, he is always before hand with me, and goes so confounded high, there's no coming after him.