Volume Iv Part 13 (2/2)

L. _Fan._ To hinder him will discover all:--stay, Sir.--

Sir _Pat._ Hah, my Lady turn'd rebellious!--put me to Bed I say;-- [Throws himself forward to the Bed.] --hah--what's here?--what are thou,--a Man,--hah, a Man, Treason! betray'd! my Bed's defil'd, my Lady polluted, and I am cornuted; oh thou vile Serpent of my Bosom!

[She stands with her Face towards the Stage in signs of fear.

_Isab._ A Man, and in my virtuous Lady Mother's Chamber! how fortunate was I to light on this discovery!

L. _Fan._ Well, Sir, since you have seen him, I beseech you for my sake, Dear, pardon him this one time.

[Coakesing him.

Sir _Pat._ Thou beg his Pardon! Oh, was ever heard such Impudence!

L. _Fan._ Indeed, my Love, he is to blame; but we that are judicious should bear with the Frailities of Youth.

Sir _Pat._ Oh insupportable Audacity!--what canst thou say, false Woman?

L. _Fan._ Truly not much in his Defence, my Dear.

_Isab._ Oh cunning Devil!--

L. _Fan._ But, Sir, to hide the weakness of your Daughter, I have a little strain'd my Modesty.--

_Isab._ Heavens! what says she?--

L. _Fan._ 'Tis _Isabella's_ Lover, Sir, whom I've conceal'd.

_Lod._ A good hint to save both our Credits.

Sir _Pat._ How, Mr. _Fainlove_ mean you?

[_Lodwick_ rises and comes a little more forward, _Isabella_ does the like, till both meet at the feet of the Bed, and start, _Lodwick_ looking simply.

L. _Fan._ Ay, my dear, Mr. _Fainlove_.

_Lod._ _Isabella_ here! must she know too what a fine inconstant Dog I am?--

_Isab._ _Lodwick!_ and in my Mother's Chamber! may I believe my Eyes!

Sir _Pat._ But how got he hither?--tell me that: oh Youth, Youth, to what degree of Wickedness art thou arriv'd?

L. _Fan._ She appointed him to come this Night, Sir, and he going to her Chamber, by mistake came into mine, it being the next to her's.

_Maun._ But, Lord, Sir, had you heard how my Lady school'd him, whilst I ran down to fetch a Light!

_Lod._ Now does my Conscience tell me, I am a d.a.m.n'd Villain.-- [Aside, looking pitifully on _Isabella_.

L. _Fan._ But the poor Man presently perceiv'd his mistake, and beg'd my pardon in such feeling Terms--that I vow I had not the heart to deny it him.

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