_Vizard._ No fair play, I can assure you. [_Exit._ SCENE III. _The Street before_ LADY LUREWELL'S _Lodgings_. CLINCHER SENIOR, _and_ LUREWELL, _coquetting in the Balcony_.--_Enter_ STANDARD. _Colonel S._ How weak is reason in disputes of love! I've heard her falsehood with such pressing proofs, that I no longer should distrust it. Yet still my love would baffle demonstration, and make impossibilities seem probable. [_Looks up._] Ha! That fool too! What, stoop so low as that animal?--'Tis true, women once fallen, like cowards in despair, will stick at nothing; there's no medium in their actions. They must be bright as angels, or black as fiends. But now for my revenge; I'll kick her cully before her face, call her whore, curse the whole sex, and leave her. [_Goes in._ SCENE IV. _A Dining Room._ _Enter_ LADY LUREWELL _and_ CLINCHER SENIOR. _Lady L._ Oh lord, sir, it is my husband! What will become of you? _Clinch. sen._ Ah, your husband! Oh, I shall be murdered! What shall I do? Where shall I run? I'll creep into an oven--I'll climb up the chimney--I'll fly--I'll swim;----I wish to the lord I were at the Jubilee now. _Lady L._ Can't you think of any thing, sir? _Clinch. sen._ Think! not I; I never could think to any purpose in my life. _Lady L._ What do you want, sir? _Enter_ TOM ERRAND. _Tom._ Madam, I am looking for Sir Harry Wildair; I saw him come in here this morning; and did imagine he might be here still, if he is not gone. _Lady L._ A lucky hit! Here, friend, change clothes with this gentleman, quickly, strip. _Clinch. sen._ Ay, ay, quickly strip; I'll give you half a crown to boot. Come here; so. [_They change Clothes._ _Lady L._ Now slip you [_To_ CLINCH. SENIOR.] down stairs, and wait at the door till my husband be gone; and get you in there [_To_ TOM ERRAND.] till I call you. [_Puts_ ERRAND _in the next Room_. _Enter_ COLONEL STANDARD. Oh, sir, are you come? I wonder, sir, how you have the confidence to approach me, after so base a trick. _Colonel S._ Oh, madam, all your artifices won't avail. _Lady L._ Nay, sir, your artifices won't avail. I thought, sir, that I gave you caution enough against troubling me with Sir Harry Wildair's company, when I sent his letters back by you; yet you, forsooth, must tell him where I lodged, and expose me again to his impertinent courtship! _Colonel S._ I expose you to his courtship! _Lady L._ I'll lay my life you'll deny it now. Come, come, sir: a pitiful lie is as scandalous to a red coat, as an oath to a black. _Colonel S._ You're all lies; first, your heart is false; your eyes are double; one look belies another; and then your tongue does contradict them all--Madam, I see a little devil just now hammering out a lie in your pericranium. _Lady L._ As I hope for mercy, he's in the right on't. [_Aside._