Sir _Geo._ I fancy, _Charles_, thou hast some Engagement upon thy Hands: I have a little Business too. _Marplot_, if it falls in your way to bring me any Intelligence from _Miranda_, you'll find me at the Thatch'd House at Six-- _Marpl._ You do me much Honour. _Char._ You guess right, Sir _George_, wish me Success. Sir _Geo._ Better than attended me. _Adieu_. (_Exit._ _Char._ _Marplot_, you must Excuse me.-- _Marpl._ Nay, nay, what need of any Excuse amongst Friends! I'll go with you. _Char._ Indeed you must not. _Marpl._ No, then I suppose 'tis a Duel, and I will go to secure ye. _Char._ Secure me, why you won't fight. _Marpl._ What then! I can call People to part ye. _Char._ Well, but it is no Duel, Consequently no Danger. Therefore prithee be Answer'd. _Marpl._ What is't a Mistress then?--Mum--You know I can be silent upon occasion. _Char._ I wish you cou'd be Civil too: I tell you, You neither Must nor Shall go with me. Farewel. (_Exit._ _Marpl._ Why then--I Must and Will follow you. _Exit._ _The End of the Second Act._ ACT the Third _Enter _Charles_._ _Char._ Well, here's the House, which holds the Lovely Prize quiet and serene; here no noisie Footmen throng to tell the World, that Beauty dwells within; no Ceremonious Visit makes the Lover wait; no Rival to give my Heart a Pang; who wou'd not scale the Window at Midnight without fear of the Jealous Father's Pistol, rather than fill up the Train of a Coquet, where every Minute he is jostled out of Place. (_Knocks softly._) Mrs. _Patch_, Mrs. _Patch._ _Enter _Patch_._ _Patch._ Oh, are you come, Sir? All's safe. _Char._ So in, in then. _Enter _Marplot_._ _Marpl._ There he goes: Who the Devil lives here? Except I can find out that, I am as far from knowing his Business as ever; gad I'll watch, it may be a Bawdy-House, and he may have his Throat cut; if there shou'd be any Mischief, I can make Oath, he went in. Well, _Charles_, in spight of your Endeavour to keep me out of the Secret; I may save your Life, for ought I know: At that Corner I'll plant my self; there I shall see whoever goes in, or comes out. Gad, I love Discoveries. _(Exit._ SCENE _Draws. _Charles_, _Isabinda_, and _Patch_._ _Isab._ _Patch_, look out sharp; have a care of Dad. _Patch._ I warrant you. _(Exit._ _Isab._ Well, Sir, if I may judge your Love by your Courage, I ought to believe you sincere; for you venture into the Lyons Den when you come to see me. _Char._ If you'd consent whilst the furious Beast is abroad, I'd free you from the Reach of his Paws.