Sir _Jeal._ I don't know what's the matter; but I have a strong Suspicion, all is not right within; that Fellow's sauntring about my Door, and his Tale of a Puppy, had the Face of a Lye, methought. By St. _Jago_, if I shou'd find a Man in the House, I'd make Mince-Meat of him-- _Marpl._ Ah, poor _Charles_--ha? Agad he is old--I fancy I might bully him, and make _Charles_ have an Opinion of my Courage. Sir _Jeal._ My own Key shall let me in; I'll give them no Warning. (_Feeling for his Key._ _Marpl._ What's that you say, Sir. (_Going up to Sir _Jealous_._ Sir _Jeal._ What's that to you, Sir. (_Turns quick upon him._ _Marpl._ Yes, 'tis to me, Sir; for the Gentleman you threaten is a very honest Gentleman. Look to't, for if he comes not as safe out of your House, as he went in, I have half a Dozen _Mirmidons_ hard-by shall beat it about your Ears. Sir _Jeal._ Went in; what is he in then? Ah! a Combination to undo me--I'll _Mirmidon_ you, ye Dog you--Thieves, Thieves. (_Beat_'s Marplot_ all this while he cries _Thieves_._ _Marpl._ Murder, Murder; I was not in your House, Sir. _Enter Servant._ _Serv._ What's the matter, Sir? Sir _Jeal._ The Matter, Rascals? Have you let a Man into my House; but I'll flea him Alive, follow me, I'll not leave a Mousehole unsearch'd; if I find him, by St. _Jago_, I'll Equip him for the _Opera._ (_Exit._ _Marpl._ A Duce of his Cane, there's no trusting to Age--what shall I do to Relieve _Charles!_ Egad, I'll raise the Neighbourhood--Murder, Murder-- (__Charles_ drops down upon him from the Balcone._) _Charles_ faith I'm glad to see thee safe out, with all my Heart. _Char._ A Pox of your Bawling: How the Devil came you here? _Marpl._ Here, gad I have done you a piece of Service; I told the old Thunderbolt, that the Gentleman that was gone in was-- _Char._ Was it you that told him, Sir? (_Laying hold of him._) Z'death, I cou'd crush thee into Atoms. (_Exit _Charles_._ _Marpl._ What will you choak me for my Kindness?--will my Enquiring Soul never leave Searching into other Peoples Affairs, till it gets squeez'd out of my Body? I dare not follow him now, for my Blood, he's in such a Passion--I'll to _Miranda_; if I can discover ought that may oblige Sir _George_, it may be a means to Reconcile me agen to _Charles_. (_Exit._ _Enter Sir _Jealous_ and _Servants_._ Sir _Jeal._ Are you sure you have search'd every where? _Serv._ Yes, from the Top of the House to the Bottom. Sir _Jeal._ Under the Beds, and over the Beds? _Serv._ Yes, and in them too, but found no Body, Sir. Sir _Jeal._ Why, what cou'd this Rogue mean? _Enter _Isabinda_ and _Patch_._ _Patch._ Take Courage, Madam, I saw him safe out. (_Aside to _Isab_._ _Isab._ Bless me! what's the matter, Sir? Sir _Jeal._ You know best--Pray where's the Man that was here just now? _Isab._ What Man, Sir? I saw none!