_Court._ Then go there directly, and employ Sally to discover whether her Master goes to Lady Brilliant's this evening; and, if he does, the name of the shop that sold his Habit. _Dick._ Yes, Sir. _Court._ Be exact in your intelligence, and come to me at Boodle's: [_Exit_ Dick.] If I cannot otherwise succeed, I'll beguile her as Jove did Alcmena, in the shape of her Husband. The possession of so fine a Woman--the triumph over Saville, are each a sufficient motive; and united, they shall be resistless. [_Exit_ Courtall. SCENE III.----_The Street._ _Enter_ Saville. _Sav._ The air has recover'd me! What have I been doing! Perhaps my petulance may be the cause of _her_ ruin, whose honour I asserted:--his vanity is piqued;--and where Women are concerned, Courtall can be a villain. _Enter_ Dick. _Bows, and passes hastily._ Ha! that's his Servant!----Dick! _Dick._ [_returning_] Sir. _Sav._ Where are you going, Dick? _Dick._ Going! I am going, Sir, where my Master sent me. _Sav._ Well answer'd;--but I have a particular reason for my enquiry, and you must tell me. _Dick._ Why then, Sir, I am going to call upon a Cousin of mine, that lives at Sir George Touchwood's. _Sav._ Very well.--There, [_gives him money_] you must make your Cousin drink my health.--What are you going about? _Dick._ Why, Sir, I believe 'tis no harm, or elseways I am sure I would not blab.--I am only going to ax if Sir George goes to the Masquerade to-night, and what Dress he wears. _Sav._ Enough! Now, Dick, if you will call at my lodgings in your way back, and acquaint me with your Cousin's intelligence, I'll double the trifle I have given you. _Dick._ Bless your honour, I'll call----never fear. [Exit _Dick._ _Sav._ Surely the occasion may justify the means:--'tis doubly my duty to be Lady Frances's Protector. Courtall, I see, is planning an artful scheme; but Saville shall out-plot him. [_Exit_ Saville. SCENE IV.----_Sir_ George Touchwood_'s._ _Enter_ Sir George _and_ Villers. _Vill._ For shame, Sir George! you have left Lady Frances in tears.--How can you afflict her? _Sir Geo._ 'Tis I that am afflicted;--my dream of happiness is over.--Lady Frances and I are disunited. _Vill._ The Devil! Why, you have been in town but ten days: she can have made no acquaintance for a Commons affair yet. _Sir Geo._ Pho! 'tis our minds that are disunited: she no longer places her whole delight in me; she has yielded herself up to the world!