_Marpl._ What do you mean, Sir _George?_ Sir _Geo._ No matter what I mean. Here take a Bumper to the Garden-Gate, ye dear Rogue, you. _Marpl._ You have Reason to be transported, Sir _George_; I have sav'd your Life. Sir _Geo_. My Life! thou hast sav'd my Soul, Man. _Charles_, if thou do'st not pledge this Health, may'st thou never taste the Joys of Love. _Char._ _Whisper_, be sure you take care how you deliver this (_gives him the Letter_) bring me the Answer to my Lodgings. _Whisp._ I warrant you, Sir. (_Exit._ _Marpl._ Whither does that Letter go?--Now dare I not ask for my Blood. _Char._ Now I'm for you. Sir _Geo._ To the Garden-Gate at the Hour of Eight, _Charles_, along, Huzza! _Char._ I begin to conceive you. _Marpl._ That's more than I do, Egad--to the Garden-Gate, Huzza, (_Drinks._) But I hope you design to keep far enough off on't, Sir _George_. Sir _Geo._ Ay, ay, never fear that; she shall see I despise her Frowns, let her use her Blunderbuss against the next Fool, she shan't reach me with the Smoak, I warrant her, Ha, ha, ha. _Marpl._ Ah, _Charles_, if you cou'd receive a Disappointment thus _En Cavalier_, one shou'd have some comfort in being beat for you. _Char._ The Fool comprehends nothing. Sir _Geo._ Nor wou'd I have him; prithee take him along with thee. _Char._ Enough: _Marplot_, you shall go home with me. _Marpl._ I'm glad I'm well with him however. Sir _George_, yours. Egad, _Charles_, asking me to go home with him, gives me a shrewd suspicion there's more in the Garden-Gate, than I comprehend. Faith, I'll give him the drop, and away to _Guardians_, and find it out. Sir _Geo._ I kiss both your Hands--And now for the Garden-Gate. _It's Beauty gives the Assignation there,_ _And Love too powerful grows t' admit of Fear._ (_Exit._ _The End of the Third Act._ ACT the Fourth. SCENE the Out-side of Sir _Jealous Traffick_'s House, _Patch_ peeping out of Door. _Enter _Whisper_._ _Whisp._ Ha, Mrs. _Patch_, this is a lucky Minute, to find you so readily, my Master dies with Impatience. _Patch._ My Lady imagin'd so, and by her Orders I have been scouting this hour in search of you, to inform you that Sir _Jealous_ has invited some Friends to Supper with him to Night, which gives an Opportunity to your Master to make use of his Ladder of Ropes: The Closet Window shall be open, and _Isabinda_ ready to receive him; bid him come immediately. _Whisp._ Excellent, He'll not disappoint I warrant him: But hold, I have a Letter here, which I'm to carry an Answer of: I can't think what Language the Direction is. _Patch._ Pho, 'tis no Language, but a Character which the Lovers invented to avert Discovery: Ha, I hear my old Master coming down Stairs, it is impossible you shou'd have an Answer; away, and bid him come himself for that--begone we are ruined if you're seen, for he has doubl'd his Care since the last Accident. _Whisp._ I go, I go. [_Exit._