Volume Iii Part 121 (1/2)

Bring 'em to me, And I'll convert that c.o.xcomb, and that Blockhead, into Your Honour and Right-Wors.h.i.+pful.

_Doct_. Mad, stark mad! Why, Sirrah, Rogue--_Scaramouch_ --How got this Mad-man in?

[_While the_ Doctor _turns to_ Scaramouch, Cinthio _speaks softly to_ Elaria.

_Cin_. Oh, thou perfidious Maid! Who hast thou hid in yonder conscious Closet? [_Aside to her_.

_Scar_. Why, Sir, he was brought in a Chair for your Advice; but how he rambled from the Parlour to this Chamber, I know not.

_Cin_. Upon a winged Horse, ycleped _Pegasus_, Swift as the fiery Racers of the Sun,--I fly--I fly--See how I mount, and cut the liquid Sky.

[_Runs out_.

_Doct_. Alas, poor Gentleman, he's past all Cure.--But, Sirrah, for the future, take you care that no young mad Patients be brought into my House.

_Scar_. I shall, Sir,--and see,--here's your Key you look'd for.

_Doct_. That's well; I must be gone--Bar up the Doors, and upon Life or Death let no man enter.

[_Exit_ Doctor, _and all with him, with the Light_.

Charmante _peeps out--and by degrees comes all out, listning every step_.

_Char_. Who the Devil cou'd that be that pull'd me from the Closet? but at last I'm free, and the Doctor's gone; I'll to _Cinthio_, and bring him to pa.s.s this Night with our Mistresses.

[_Exit_.

_As he is gone off, enter_ Cinthio _groping_.

_Cin_. Now for this lucky Rival, if his Stars will make this last part of his Adventure such. I hid my self in the next Chamber, till I heard the Doctor go, only to return to be reveng'd.

[_He gropes his way into the Closet, with his Sword drawn_.

_Enter_ Elaria _with a Light_.

_Ela_. _Scaramouch_ tells me _Charmante_ is conceal'd in the Closet, whom _Cinthio_ surely has mistaken for some Lover of mine, and is jealous; but I'll send _Charmante_ after him, to make my peace and undeceive him. [_Goes to the Door_.

--Sir, Sir, where are you? they are all gone, you may adventure out.

[Cinthio _comes out_.

Ha,--_Cinthio_ here?

_Cin_. Yes, Madam, to your shame: Now your Perfidiousness is plain, false Woman, 'Tis well your Lover had the dexterity of escaping, I'ad spoil'd his making Love else. [_Goes from her, she holds him_.

_Ela_. Prithee hear me.

_Cin_. But since my Ignorance of his Person saves his Life, live and possess him, till I can discover him. [_Goes out_.

_Ela_. Go, peevish Fool-- Whose Jealousy believes me given to change, Let thy own Torments be my just Revenge.