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deceit has this discovered! I am confounded when I look back, and want a clue to guide me through the various mazes of unheard-of treachery. My wife ! Damnation! My hell !
Cyn. My lord, have patience, and be sensible how great our happiness is, that this discovery was not made too late.
Ld. T. I thank you, yet it may be still too late, if we don't presently prevent the execution of their plots : -Ha! I'll do it. Where is Mellefont, my poor injured nephew? How shall I make him ample satisfaction ?
Cyn. I dare answer for him.
Ld. T. I do him fresh wrong to question his forgiveness, for I know him to be all goodness—Yet my wife! Damn her_She 'll think to meet him in that dressing-room—Was 't not so? And Maskwell will expect you in the chaplain's chamber--For once I'll add my plot too let uş haste to find out, and inforin my nephew; and do you, quickly as you can, bring all the company into this gallery.-I'll expose the strumpet and the villain.
Enter Lord Froth and Sir PAUL. Ld. F. By heavens, I have slept an age-Sir Paul, what o'clock is it? Past eight, on my conscience, my lady's is the most inviting couch, and a slumber there is the prettiest amusement! But where is all the company?
Sir P. The company! gad's-bud, I don't know my
lord; but here's the strangest revolution, all turned topsy-turvy, as I hope for Providence.
Ld. F. O, Heavens ? What's the matter? Where is
Sir P. All turned topsy-turvy, as sure as a gun.
Sir P. No, no, I mean the family. Your lady's affairs
may be in a very good posture ; I saw her go into the garden with Mr. Brisk.
Ld. F. How? Where, when, what to do?
Sir P, I suppose they have been laying their heads together.
Ld. F. How?
Sir P. Nay, only about poetry, I suppose, my Lord, making couplets.
Ld F. Couplets!
Enter Lady Froth and Brisk. Brisk. My lord, your humble servant; Sir Paul, yours
-The finest night! Lady F. My dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been star. gazing I don't know how long.
Sir P. Does it not tire your ladyship? Are not you weary with looking up? | Lady F. Oh, no! I love it violently -My dear, you are melancholy. Ld. F. No, my dear, I am but just awake.
Lady F. Snuff some of my spirit of hartshorn.
Ld. F. I have some of my own, thank you, my dear.
Lady F. Well, I swear, Mr. Brisk, you understand astronomy like an old Egyptian.
Brisk. Not comparably to your ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of the skies, and queen of stars.
Lady F. That's because I have no light, but what's by reflexion from you, who are the sun.
Brisk. Madam, you have eclipsed me quite, let me perish cannot answer that.
Lady F. No matter -Harkee, shall you and I make an almanack together ?
Brisk. With all my soul. -Your ladyship has made me the man in it already, I am so full of the wounds which you have given.
Lady F. O, finely taken! I swear now you are even with me; Q Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of wit.
Sir P. So he has, gads-bud, and so has your lam dyship.
Enter Lady PLYANT, CARELESS, and CYNTHIA.
Lady P. You tell me most surprizing things ; bless me, who would ever trust a man? O, my heart achs for fear they should be all deceitful alike.
Care. You need not fear, madam, you have charms to fix inconstancy itself.
Lady P. O dear, you make me blush.
Ld. F. Come, my dear, shall we take leave of my lord and lady?
Cyn. They'll wait upon your lordship presently. Lady F. Mr. Brisk, my coach shall set you down. All. What's the matter?
[A great shriek from the corner of the stage.
Enter Lady TOUCHWOOD, and runs out affrighted, my
Lord after ber, like a parson. L. T. O, I'm betrayed -Save me, help me! Ld. T. Now what evasion, strumpet ? L. T. Stand off, let me go.
Ld. T. Go, and thy own infamy pursue theeYou stare as you were all amazed -I do not wonder at it-But too soon you 'll know mine and that woman's shame,
Enter MELLEFONT, disguised in a parson's habit, and
pulling in MASKWELL, Mel. Nay, by Heaven you shall be seen -Careless, your hand-Do you
hold down your head? Yes, I am your chaplain ; look in the face of your injured friend, thou wonder of all falshood.
Ld. T. Are you silent, monster?
Mel. Good heavens! how I believed and loved this man!~Take him hence, for he is a disease to niy sight. Ld. T. Secure that manifold villain.
[Servants seize bine Care. Miracle of ingratitude ! Brisk. This is all very surprizing, let me perish.
Lady F. You know I told you Saturn looked a little more angry than usual.
Ld. F. We'll think of punishment at leisure, but let me hasten to do justice, in rewarding virtue and wronged innocence. Nephew, I hope I have your pardon, and Cynthia's.
Mel. We are your lordship's creatures.
-Unwearied nights and wishing days attend you both; mutual love, lasting health, and circling joys, tread round each happy year of your long lives.
Let secret villany from hence be warn'd;