[324] 41 it om. 1692, f. || M^rs] Mistresse 1641 Mistris 1692 Mistress 1716 mistress W, G [325] 48 put 1641, f. [326] 59 Period om. after ‘quiet’ 1716, f. [327] 61 SN.] [_Exit._ G [328] 70 _Re-enter_ PUG. G [329] 78, 80, 81 () ret. G [330] 79 ’t] it G [331] 84 hs] his 1641, f. [332] 86 M^rs. as in 2. 2. 41 || wit. [_Aside._ G [333] 88 saucy. [_Aside_. G [334] 91 black Room 1716 [335] 93 engendring 1641 [336] 100 employ’d 1716, f. [337] 112 your G [338] 123 _Piccardell_ 1641 [339] 126 Mist.] as in 2. 2. 41 [340] 130 _Mrs. Fitz._ [_aloud_] [341] 131 SN. om. G ACT. II. SCENE. III. FITZ-DOTTRELL. Miſtreſſe FITZ-DOTTREL. PVG. How now, ſweet heart? what’s the matter? M^rs. FI. Good! You are a ſtranger to the plot! you ſet not Your fancy _Diuell_, here, to tempt your wife, With all the inſolent vnciuill language, Or action, he could vent? FIT. Did you so, _Diuell_? 5 M^rs. FIT. Not you? you were not planted i’ your hole to heare him, Vpo’ the ſtayres? or here, behinde the hangings? I doe not know your qualities? he durſt doe it, And you not giue directions? FIT. You shall ſee, wife, Whether he durſt, or no: and what it was, 10 I did direct. _Her huſband goes out, and enters presently with a cudgell vpon him._ PVG. Sweet Miſtreſſe, are you mad? FIT. You moſt mere Rogue! you open manifeſt Villaine! You Feind apparant you! you declar’d Hel-hound! PVG. Good S^r. FIT. Good Knaue, good Raſcal, and good Traitor. Now, I doe finde you parcel-_Diuell_, indeed. 15 Vpo’ the point of truſt? I’ your firſt charge? The very day o’ your probation? To tempt your Miſtreſſe? You doe ſee, good wedlocke, How I directed him. M^rs. FIT. Why, where S^r? were you? [119] FIT. Nay, there is one blow more, for exerciſe: 20 _After a pause. He ſtrikes him againe_ I told you, I ſhould doe it. PVG. Would you had done, Sir. FIT. O wife, the rareſt man! yet there’s another To put you in mind o’ the laſt, ſuch a braue man, wife! Within, he has his proiects, and do’s vent ’hem, _and againe._ The gallanteſt! where you _tentiginous_? ha? 25 Would you be acting of the _Incubus_? Did her ſilks ruſtling moue you? PVG. Gentle Sir.