Volume Ii Part 71 (2/2)

[_Leans on him_.

Sir _Char_. Good Mistress Keep-door, stand by: for I must enter.

[_Sir_ Char. _without_.

L. _Gal_. Hah, young Meriwill's Voice!

_Clos_. Pray, Sir _Charles_, let me go and give my Lady notice.

[_She enters and goes to_ Wild.

--For Heaven's sake, Sir, withdraw, or my Lady's Honour's lost.

_Wild_. What will you have me do? [_To_ Galliard.

L. _Gal_. Be gone, or you will ruin me for ever.

[_In disorder_.

_Wild_. Nay, then I will obey.

L. _Gal_. Here, down the back-stairs-- As you have Honour, go and cherish mine.

[_Pulling him. He goes out_.

--He's gone, and now nethinks the s.h.i.+vering Fit of Honour is return'd.

_Enter Sir_ Charles, _rudely pus.h.i.+ng_ Closet _aside with Sir_ Anthony.

_Sir. Char_. Deny'd an entrance! nay, then there is a Rival in the Case, or so; and I'm resolv'd to discover the h.e.l.lish Plot, d'ye see.

[_Just as he enters drunk at one Door_, Wild. _returns at the other_.

L. _Gal_. Ha, _Wilding_ return'd! s.h.i.+eld me, ye Shades of Night.

[_Puts out the Candles, and goes to_ Wild.

_Wild_. The Back-Stairs Door is lockt.

L. _Gal_. Oh, I am lost! curse on this fatal Night!

Art thou resolv'd on my undoing every way.

_Clos_. Nay, now we're by dark, let me alone to guide you. Sir.

[_To_ Wild.

Sir _Char_. What, what, all in darkness? Do you make Love like Cats, by Star-light? [_Reeling about_.

L. _Gal_. Ah, he knows he's here!--Oh, what a pain is Guilt!

[_Aside_.

_Wild_. I wou'd not be surpriz'd.

[_As_ Closet _takes him to lead him out, he takes out his Sword, and by dark pushes by Sir_ Charles, _and almost overthrows Sir_ Anth. _at which they both draw, whilst he goes out with_ Closet.

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