Sir _Jeal._ I'll Charm you, House-wife, here lies the Charm, that conjur'd this Fellow in I'm sure on't, come out you Rascal, do so: Zounds take her from the Door, or I'll spurn her from it, and break your Neck down Stairs. _Isab._ Oh, oh, where am I--He's gone, I heard him leap down. (_Aside to _Patch_._ _Patch._ Nay, then let him enter--here, here Madam, smell to this; come give me your Hand; come nearer to the Window, the Air will do you good. Sir _Jeal._ I wou'd she were in her Grave. Where are you, Sirrah, Villain, Robber of my Honour; I'll pull you out of your Nest. (_Goes into the Closet._ _Patch._ You'l be mistaken, old Gentleman, the Bird is flown. _Isab._ I'm glad I have 'scap'd so well. I was almost dead in earnest with the Fright. _Re-enter Sir _Jealous_ out of the Closet._ Sir _Jeal._ Whoever the Dog were he has escap'd out of the Window, for the Sash is up. But tho' he is got out of my Reach, you are not: And first Mrs. _Pandor_, with your Charms for Tooth-ach, get out of my House, go, troop; yet hold, stay, I'll see you out of my Doors my self, but I'll secure your Charge e'er I go. _Isab._ What do you mean, Sir? Was she not a Creature of your own providing? Sir _Jeal._ She was of the Devil's providing for ought I know. _Patch._ What have I done, Sir to merit your Displeasure? Sir _Jeal._ I don't know which of you have done it; but you shall both suffer for it, till I can discover whose Guilt it is: Go get in there, I'll move you from this side of the House (_Pushes _Isabinda_ in at the other Door, and locks it; puts the Key in his Pocket._) I'll keep the Key my self: I'll try what Ghost will get into that Room. And now forsooth I'll wait on you down Stairs. _Patch._ Ah, my poor Lady--Down Stairs, Sir, but I won't go out, Sir, till I have look'd up my Cloaths. Sir _Jeal._ If thou wer't as naked as thou wer't born, thou should'st not stay to put on a Smock. Come along, I say, when your Mistress is marry'd you shall have your Rags, and every thing that belongs to you; but till then-- (_Exit, pulling her out._ _Patch._ Oh! barbarous Usage for nothing. _Re-enter at the lower Door._ Sir _Jeal._ There, go, and, come no more within sight of my Habitation, these three Days, I charge you. (_Slaps the Door after her._ _Patch._ Did ever any Body see such an old Monster! _Enter _Charles_._ _Patch._ Oh! Mr. _Charles_ your Affairs and mine are in an ill Posture. _Char._ I am immur'd to the Frowns of Fortune: But what has befal'n thee? _Patch._ Sir _Jealous_, whose suspicious Nature's always on the Watch; nay, even whilst one Eye sleeps, the other keeps Sentinel: Upon sight of you, flew into such a violent Passion, that I cou'd find no Stratagem to appease him, but in spight of all Arguments, lock'd his Daughter into his own Apartment, and turn'd me out of Doors. _Char._ Ha! oh, _Isabinda_.