_Isab._ That wou'd be but to avoid one Danger, by running into another; like the poor Wretches, who fly the Burning Ship, and meet their Fate in the Water. Come, come, _Charles_, I fear if I consult my Reason, Confinement and Plenty is better than Liberty and Starving. I know you'd make the Frolick pleasing for a little time, by Saying and Doing a World of tender things; but when our small Substance is once Exhausted, and a Thousand Requisits for Life are Wanting; Love, who rarely dwells with Poverty, wou'd also fail us. _Char._ Faith, I fancy not; methinks my Heart has laid up a Stock will last for Life; to back which, I have taken a Thousand Pound upon my Uncle's Estate; that surely will support us, till one of our Fathers relent. _Isab._ There's no trusting to that my Friend, I doubt your Father will carry his Humour to the Grave, and mine till he sees me settled in _Spain_. _Char._ And can ye then cruelly Resolve to stay till that curs'd _Don_ arrives, and suffer that Youth, Beauty, Fire and Wit, to be sacrific'd to the Arms of a dull _Spaniard_, to be Immur'd and forbid the Sight of any thing that's Humane. _Isab._ No, when it comes to the Extremity, and no Stratagem can Relieve us, thou shalt List for a Soldier, and I'll carry thy Knapsack after thee. _Char._ Bravely Resolv'd; the World cannot be more Savage than our Parents, and Fortune generally assists the Bold; therefore Consent now: Why shou'd we put it to a future Hazard? who knows when we shall have another Opportunity? _Isab._ Oh, you have your Ladder of Ropes, I suppose, and the Closet Window stands just where it did; and if you han't forgot to write in Characters, _Patch_ will find a way for our Assignations. Thus much of the _Spanish_ Contrivance, my Father's Severity has taught me, I thank him; tho' I hate the Nation, I admire their Management in these Affairs. _Enter _Patch_._ _Patch._ Oh, Madam, I see my Master coming up the Street. _Char._ Oh the Devil, wou'd I had my Ladder now; I thought you had not expected him till Night; why, why, why, why; what shall I do, Madam? _Isab._ Oh, for Heaven's sake! don't go that way, you'll meet him full in the Teeth: Oh unlucky Moment!-- _Char._ Adsheart, can you shut me into no Cupboard, Ram me into no Chest, ha? _Patch._ Impossible, Sir, he Searches every Hole in the House. _Isab._ Undone for ever! if he sees you, I shall never see you more. _Patch._ I have thought on't: Run you to your Chamber, Madam; and Sir, come you along with me, I'm certain you may easily get down from the Balcone. _Char._ My Life, _Adieu_--Lead on, Guide. (_Exit._ _Isab._ Heaven preserve him. (_Exit._ SCENE Changes to the Street. _Enter Sir _Jealous_, with _Marplot_ behind him_._