_Serv._ Sir, they put two more Horses in the Coach, as you order'd, and 'tis ready at the Door. Sir _Fran._ Well, I'm going to be Executor, better for thee, Jewel. B'ye _Chargee_, one Buss!--I'm glad thou hast got a a Monkey to divert thee a little. _Miran._ Thank'e, dear _Gardee_.--Nay, I'll see you to the Coach. Sir _Fran._ That's kind, adod. _Miran._ Come along, Impertinence. (_To _Marplot_._ _Marpl._ (_Stepping back._) Egad, I will see the Monkey: Now (_Lifts up the Board, and discovers Sir_ George_._) Oh Lord, Oh Lord! Thieves, Thieves, Murder! Sir _Geo._ Dam'e, you unlucky Dog! 'tis I, which way shall I get out, shew me instantly, or I'll cut your Throat. _Marpl._ Undone, undone! At that Door there. But hold, hold, break that China, and I'll bring you off. (_He runs off at the Corner, and throws down some China._ _Re-enter Sir _Francis_, _Miranda_, and _Scentwell_._ Sir _Fran._ Mercy on me! what's the matter? _Miran._ Oh, you Toad! what have you done? _Marpl._ No great harm, I beg of you to forgive me: Longing to see the Monkey, I did but just raise up the Board, and it flew over my Shoulders, scratch'd all my Face, broke yon' China, and whisk'd out of the Window. Sir _Fran._ Was ever such an unlucky Rogue! Sirrah, I forbid you my House. Call the Servants to get the Monkey again; I wou'd stay my self to look it, but that you know my earnest Business. _Scentw._ Oh my Lady will be the best to lure it back; all them Creatures love my Lady extremely. _Miran._ Go, go, dear _Gardee_; I hope I shall recover it. Sir _Fran._ B'ye, by'e, Dear'e. Ah, Mischief, how you look now! B'ye, b'ye. (_Exit._ _Miran._ _Scentwell_, see him in the Coach, and bring me word. _Scentw._ Yes, Madam. _Miran._ So, Sir, you have done your Friend a signal piece of Service, I suppose. _Marpl._ Why look you, Madam! if I have committed a fault, thank your self; no Man is more Serviceable when I am let into a Secret, nor none more Unlucky at finding it out. Who cou'd divine your Meaning, when you talk'd of a Blunderbuss, who thought of a Rendevous? and when you talk'd of a Monkey, who the Devil dreamt of Sir _George?_ _Miran._ A sign you converse but little with our Sex, when you can't reconcile Contradictions. _Enter _Scentwell_._ _Scentw._ He's gone, Madam, as fast as the Coach, and Six can carry him. _Enter Sir _George_._ Sir _Geo._ Then I may appear. _Marpl._ Dear, Sir _George_, make my Peace! On my Soul, I did not think of you. Sir _Geo._ I dare swear thou didst not. Madam, I beg you to forgive him. _Miran._ Well, Sir _George_, if he can be secret. _Marpl._ Ods heart, Madam, I'm as secret as a Priest when I'm trusted. Sir _Geo._ Why 'tis with a Priest our Business is at present. _Scentw._ Madam, here's Mrs. _Isabinda_'s Woman to wait on you. _Miran._ Bring her up. _Enter _Patch_._ How do'e, Mrs. _Patch_, what News from your Lady?