L. _Piz._ Oh! the Pleasure of hearing my Husband lie coughing and calling me to Bed: And my answering him, I'm coming, Dear; and while he imagines me in the next Room undressing, I'm happy in the Arms of my _Ludovico_. Certainly there's as much Satisfaction in deceiving a dull jealous Husband, as in getting a new Gallant; were it not grown so common--each Tradesman's Wife must have her Gallant too----and sometimes makes a Journeyman of the Apprentice e'er his Indentures be half out----'Tis an insufferable Fault, that Quality can have no Pleasure above the Vulgar, except it be in not paying their Debts. Well, dear _Lucy_, I admire thy Contrivance----About it instantly---- _Lucy._ (_Aside._) About it instantly! is that all? I must have my t'other Fee first.----I will, Madam; and you may expect your Lover instantly. But, Madam, what's to be done with your brocade Night-Gown you tore last Night? it can ne'er be mended handsomely. L. _Piz._ Nothing to be done without a Bribe I find, in Love as well as Law----Well, _Lucy_, if you manage this Intrigue with Care and Secrecy, the Gown is yours. _Enter_ Page. _Page._ Madam, my Lord desires to speak with you. _Lucy._ Madam, I'll go about your Business: Your Ladyship's very humble Servant. [_Exit_ Lucy. L. _Piz._ Tell him I'm coming----[_Exit_ Page.] Now by way of Mortification, must I go entertain my old jealous Husband. [_Exit Lady_ Pizalta. SCENE III. _The Piazza._ _Enter_ Ludovico _singing_. _Give me but Wine, that Liquor of Life,_ _And a Girl that is wholesome and clean,_ _Two or three Friends, but the Devil a Wife,_ _And I'd not change State with a King._ _Enter_ Lucy. _Lucy._ What singing, Signior! Well you're a pleasant Gentleman---- _Lud._ Ah! my little female _Mercury_, what Message bring'st thou? Ha----will thy Lady bless me with another Sight----Ha----How----When? where? I am all in a Flame. _Lucy._ Come along with me, Sir, I'll help you to an Extinguisher presently. _Lud._ If thou meanest thy Lady, with all my Heart--But I can tell thee, she'll rather prove Oil, than what you speak of----But, say, where am I to see my lovely Charmer? _Lucy._ In her Chamber---- _Lud._ Good! But how the Devil can that be done? _Lucy._ Nay, without the Help of a Conjuror, I assure you; if you dare take me for your Pilot, I'll warrant you Success in your Voyage----I'll set you safe in the Island of Love; 'tis your Business to improve the Soil. _Lud._ I warrant thee, Girl; do you but bring me there once, and if I play not my Part, may I never more know the Pleasure of an Intrigue. _Lucy._ Which, if I mistake not, is the streatest Curse can fall on you----Well, you must suffer a small Metamorphosis: What think you of personating me a little? That is, dressing in my Cloaths, and waiting on your Mistress in her Bed-chamber--Ha---- _Lud._ Egad, I'm afraid I shall make but an aukward Chamber-maid, I'm undisciplin'd in dressing a Lady's Head----