_Parly._ Sir, my lady is not to be spoken with. _Sir H._ [_Without._] I must have that from her own mouth, Mrs. Parly. Play, gentlemen. [_Music plays again._ _Enter_ SIR HARRY. _Lady L._ 'Tis too early for serenading, Sir Harry. _Sir H._ Wheresoever love is, there music is proper. _Lady L._ But, Sir Harry, what tempest drives you here at this hour? _Sir H._ No tempest, madam, but love madam. [WILDAIR _taking her by the Hand_. _Lady L._ As pure and white as angels' soft desires. _Sir H._ Fierce, as when ripe consenting beauty fires. _Lady L._ [_Aside._] If this be a love token, [WILDAIR _drops a ring, she takes it up_.] your mistress's favours hang very loose about you, sir. _Sir H._ I can't, justly, madam, pay your trouble of taking it up, by any thing but desiring you to wear it. _Lady L._ You gentlemen have the cunningest ways of playing the fool, and are so industrious in your profuseness. Speak seriously, am I beholden to chance or design for this ring? _Sir H._ To design, upon my honour. And I hope my design will succeed. [_Aside._ _Lady L._ Shall I be free with you, Sir Harry? _Sir H._ With all my heart, madam, so I may be free with you. _Lady L._ Then plainly, sir, I shall beg the favour to see you some other time; for at this very minute I have two lovers in the house. _Sir H._ Then to be as plain, I must begone this minute, for I must see another mistress within these two hours. _Lady L._ Frank and free. _Sir H._ As you with me--Madam, your most humble servant. [_Exit._ _Lady L._ Nothing can disturb his humour. Now for my merchant and Vizard. [_Exit, and takes the Candles with her._ _Enter_ PARLY, _leading in_ SMUGGLER, _dressed in Woman's Clothes._ _Parly._ This way, Mr. Alderman. _Smug._ Well, Mrs. Parly,--I'm obliged to you for this trouble: here are a couple of shillings for you. Times are hard, very hard indeed; but next time I'll steal a pair of silk stockings from my wife, and bring them to you--What are you fumbling about my pockets for? _Parly._ Only setting the plaits of your gown: here, sir, get into this closet, and my lady will wait on you presently. [_Puts him into the Closet, runs out, and returns with_ VIZARD. _Vizard._ Where wouldst thou lead me, my dear auspicious little pilot? _Parly._ You're almost in port, sir; my lady's in the closet, and will come out to you immediately. _Vizard._ Let me thank thee as I ought. [_Kisses her._ _Parly._ Pshaw, who has hired me best? a couple of shillings, or a couple of kisses? [_Exit_ PARLY. _Vizard._ Propitious darkness guides the lover's steps; and night, that shadows outward sense, lights up our inward joy. _Smug._ My nephew's voice, and certainly possessed with an evil spirit.