Volume Iv Part 56 (1/2)

_Isab._ Are you in earnest?

_Lor._ Yes, that I am, and that _Clarina_ shall find, If I once come to her.

_Isab._ Come, leave your frippery Jests, and come in.

_Lor._ _Guilliam_, be sure you attend me here, And whoever you see, say nothing; the best on't is, Thou art not much known.

[_Isab._ and _Lor._ go in.

_Guil._ Well, I see there is nothing but foutering In this Town; wou'd our _Lucia_ were here too for me, For all the Maids I meet with are so giglish And scornful, that a Man, as I am, Gets nothing but flouts and flings from them. Oh, for the little kind La.s.s that lives Under the Hill, of whom the Song was made; Which because I have nothing else to do, I will sing over now; hum, hum.

The Song for _Guilliam_. [To some Tune like him.

_In a Cottage by the Mountain Lives a very pretty Maid, Who lay sleeping by a Fountain, Underneath a Myrtle shade; Her Petticoat of wanton Sarcenet, The amorous Wind about did move, And quite unveil'd, And quite unveil'd the Throne of Love, And quite unveil'd the Throne of Love._

'Tis something cold, I'll go take a Niperkin of Wine, [Goes out.

Enter _Isab._ and _Lor._ above, as frighted into the Balcony.

_Lor._ This was some trick of thine, I will be hang'd else.

_Isab._ Oh, I'll be sworn you wrong me; Alas, I'm undone by't. [_Ant._ at the Door knocks.

_Ant._ Open the Door, thou naughty Woman.

_Lor._ Oh, oh, what shall I do? what shall I do?

_Ant._ Open the Door, I say.

_Lor._ Oh, 'tis a d.a.m.nable leap out at this Balcony.

_Isab._ And yet you are a dead Man, if you see him.

_Ant._ Impudence, will you open the Door?

_Isab._ I will, Sir, immediately.

_Lor._ Devise some way to let me down, Or I will throw thee out; no Ladder of Ropes, no Device?

--If a Man would not forswear Whoring for the future That is in my condition, I am no true Gentleman.

_Ant._ Open, or I will break the Door.

_Isab._ Hold the Door, and swear l.u.s.tily that you Are my Husband, and I will in the mean time Provide for your safety, Though I can think of none but the Sheets from the Bed.

[He holds the Door.

_Lor._ Any thing to save my Life; --Sir, you may believe me upon my Honour, I am lawful Husband to _Isabella_, And have no designs upon your House or Honour.

[_Isab._ this while fastens the Sheets, which are to be suppos'd from the Bed, to the Balcony.

_Ant._ Thou art some Villain.