[_Cries out._ _Lis._ Come, lovers, I can allow you but a short bout on't this time; you must do your work with a jirk----one whisper, two sighs and, a kiss; make haste, I say, and I'll stand centry for you in the mean time. [_Exit ~Lisetta~._ _Mar._ Do you know what you expose me to, _Erastus_? What do you mean? _Er._ To die, Madam, since you receive me with so little pleasure. _Mar._ Consider what wou'd become of me, if my father shou'd see you here. _Er._ What wou'd you have me do? _Mar._ Expect with patience some happy turn of affairs; my mother-in-law is kind and indulgent to a miracle, and her favour, if well managed, may turn to our advantage; and cou'd I prevail upon myself to declare my passion to her, I don't doubt but she'd join in our interest. _Er._ Well, since we've nothing to fear from her, and your brother, you know is my intimate friend; you may therefore conceal me somewhere about the house for a few days. I'll creep into any hole. _Serv._ Ay, but who must have the care of bringing us victuals? [_Aside._ _Er._ Thrust us into the cellar, or up into the garret: I don't care where it is, so that it be but under the same roof with you. _Serv._ But I don't say so, for that jade _Lisetta_ will have the feeding of us, and I know what kind of diet she keeps----I believe we shan't be like the fox in the fable, our bellies won't be so full but we shall be able to creep out at the same hole we got in at. _Er._ Must I then be gone? must I return to Paris? _Enter ~Lisetta~._ _Lis._ Yes, that you must, and immediately too, for here's my master coming in upon ye. _Er._ What shall I do? _Lis._ Begone this minute. _Mar._ Stay in the village 'till you hear from me, none of our family know that you are in it. _Er._ Shall I see you sometimes? _Mar._ I han't time to answer you now. _Lis._ Make haste, I say; are you bewitch'd? _Er._ Will you write to me? _Mar._ I will if can. _Lis._ Begone, I say, is the Devil in you? [_Thrusting ~Erastus~ and his servant out._ Come this way, your father's just stepping in upon us. [_Exeunt._ +SCENE+ III. _Enter Mr. ~Barnard~ beating ~Colin~._ Mr. _Barn._ Rogue! rascal! did not I command you? Did not I give you my orders, sirrah? _Col._ Why, you gave me orders to let no body in; and Madam, her gives me orders to let every body in----why the Devil himself can't please you boath, I think. Mr. _Barn._ But, sirrah, you must obey my orders, not hers. _Col._ Why the gentlefolks asked for her, they did not ask for you--what do you make such a noise about? Mr. _Barn._ For that reason, sirrah, you shou'd not have let 'em in.