Volume Iii Part 22 (2/2)

_Enter Sir_ Timothy.

Sir _Tim_. Come, let's away, my Lyoness begins to roar.--You, _Sharp_, go seek after _Bellmour_, watch his Motions, and give us notice.

[_Exeunt_.

_Flaunt_. He is gone, and I believe [Betty Flaunt.i.t _peeping out_.] for no Goodness; I'll after him, and watch him.

[_Exit cross the Stage_.

SCENE II. _Lord_ Plotwell's _House_.

_Enter Lord_ Plotwell, Charles, Trusty, _and two Servants_.

_Lord_. In a Baudy-house, with Wh.o.r.es, Hectors, and Dice! Oh, that I should be so deceiv'd in Mankind, he whom I thought all Virtue and Sobriety! But go some of you immediately, and take Officers along with you, and remove his Quarters from a Baudy-house to a Prison: charge him with the Murder of his Wife.

_Char_. My Lord, when I demanded her, he said indeed that she was dead, and kill'd by him; but this I guess was the Effects of Madness, which Debauchery, and want of Sleep has brought him to.

_Lord_. That shall be try'd; go to the Place where _Charles_ has directed you, and do as I command you.

[_Ex. Servants_.

--Oh, sweet _Diana_, in whom I had plac'd my absolute Delight, And gave thee to this Villain, because I wish'd thee happy.

And are my Expectations fall'n to this?

Upon his Wedding Night to abandon thee, And shew his long dissembled natural Leudness!

_Char_. My Lord, I hope, 'tis not his natural Temper; For e'er we parted, from a brutal Rudeness, He grew to all the Softness Grief could dictate.

He talkt of breach of Vows, of Death, and Ruin, And dying at the Feet of a wrong'd Maid; I know not what he meant.

_Lord_. Ay, there's his Grief; there is some jilting Hussy has drawn him in; but I'll revenge my self on both.

_Enter_ Page.

_Page_. A Letter for your Lords.h.i.+p.

Lord _reads_.

My LORD,

_As your Goodness has been ever great towards me, so I humbly beseech you to continue it; and the greatest Proofs you can give me of it, is to use all your Interest to undo that tye between_ Bellmour _and my self, which with such Joy you knit. I will say no more, but as you love my Life, and my dearer Honour, get a Divorce, or you will see both ruin'd in Your_ Diana.

[_Gives_ Charles _the Letter_.

_Lord_. A Divorce! yes, if all my Interest or Estate can purchase it-- some Joy yet that thou art well.

_Char_. Doubtless her Reasons must be great for this Request.

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