VVitipol _bafflees him, and goes out_. FIT. Oh! VVhat will the ghoſt of my wiſe Grandfather, My learned _Father_, with my worſhipfull _Mother_, 75 Thinke of me now, that left me in this world In ſtate to be their _Heire_? that am become A _Cuckold_, and an _Aſſe_, and my wiues Ward; Likely to looſe my land; ha’ my throat cut: All, by her practice! MER. Sir, we are all abus’d! 80 FIT. And be ſo ſtill! VVho hinders you, I pray you, Let me alone, I would enioy my ſelfe, And be the _Duke o’ Drown’d-Land_, you ha’ made me. MER. Sir, we muſt play an _after-game_ o’ this. FIT. But I am not in caſe to be a _Gam-ſter_: 85 I tell you once againe-- MER. You muſt be rul’d And take some counſell. FIT. Sir, I do hate counſell, As I do hate my wife, my wicked wife! MER. But we may thinke how to recouer all: If you will act. FIT. I will not think; nor act; 90 Nor yet recouer; do not talke to me? I’ll runne out o’ my witts, rather then heare; I will be what I am, _Fabian Fitz-Dottrel_, Though all the world ſay nay to’t. MER. Let’s follow him. [712] SD. om. G [713] 3 granted 1692, f. [714] 16 SN. om. G [715] 21 SN. _She_ om. W _She_ ...] [_Pointing to Manly._ G [716] 22 He’s 1716, f. [717] 30 [_To Plutarchus._ G || hither 1692, f. [718] 32 sir? [_Aside to Wit._ G [719] 36 SN. om. G [720] 38 it! but now whence W, G [721] 39 to] unto W, G [722] 43 [_To Manly._ G [723] 48 SN. om. G [724] 49 VVIT. _What._ 1641 [725] 53 Thorow 1692 Thorough 1716, f. [726] 54 sou’t] fou’t 1692 fought 1716, W sous’d G [727] 58 SN. Wittipol om. G [728] 67 SN. om. G [729] 69 Ha! 1692, f. [730] 73 SN.] [_Baffles him, and exit with Manly._ G [731] 82 injoy 1641 [732] 94 to’t. [_Exit._ G || Let’s Let us W, G || him. [_Exeunt._ G ACT. V. SCENE. I. [158] AMBLER. PITFALL. MERE-CRAFT. Bvt ha’s my Lady miſt me? PIT. Beyond telling! Here ha’s been that infinity of ſtrangers! And then ſhe would ha’ had you, to ha’ ſampled you VVith one within, that they are now a teaching; And do’s pretend to your ranck. AMB. Good fellow _Pit-fall_, 5 Tel M^r. _Mere-craft_, I intreat a word with him. Pitfall _goes out_. This most vnlucky accident will goe neare To be the loſſe o’ my place; I am in doubt! MER. VVith me? what ſay you M^r _Ambler_? AMB. Sir, I would beſeech your worſhip ſtand betweene 10 Me, and my _Ladies_ diſpleaſure, for my abſence. MER. O, is that all? I warrant you. AMB. I would tell you Sir But how it happened.