_Piz._ Oh! the Devil! this shan't pass, Hussy----Do you think I'll be cuckolded, jilted, bubbled, and let it pass for a _Christmas_ Gambol. Adod, give me my Bond again, or----or---- [_Holds up his Cane._ _Lucy._ No----hold there, Sir: Women and Lawyers ne'er refund a fee: But 'tis your best Way to be patient now, I'll not take Blows. L. _Piz._ Why all this Whispering? Why mayn't I know the Business? _Piz._ I am mistaken if you have not known too much Business already: But I am right enough serv'd----I had more Ground before than I could manage; I had no Need of my Neighbour's. _Lucy._ Right, my Lord; Ground that lies fallow will breed Weeds in Time; but you'rs is clear yet. _Piz._ Damn your Jests; I shall expect a better Account, do you hear? I'll find a Servant to see you out of Doors. [_To_ Ludovico. [_Exeunt_ Pizalto _and Lady_. _Lud._ Well, this was an admirable Lift at a Pinch--She has brought me off now----And if e'er they catch me at this Music again, I'll give 'em Leave to make an _Italian_ Singer of me----No more Intrigues in Disguise----if it had not been for the Waiting-Woman now, I might have been hang'd for a Thief. _Lucy._ What all amort, Signior, no Courage left? _Lud._ Faith, not much----I think I have lost my Manhood with my Breeches----This Transformation may suit with Gods, but not with Mortals of my Humour----Come, prithee, good Mistress _Lucy_, help me to my proper Shape again; for tho' I have a natural Inclination to Petticoats, I hate 'em upon my own back. [_A Flourish of Music Within._ _Lucy._ Hark! I hear Count _Bassino_'s Music: He gives a Mask To-night; you are already drest for Masquerade, won't you stay and take a Dance? _Lud._ Egad, I'd rather dance a Jig with thee elsewhere: Faith thou'rt a pretty Girl--and hast a good deal of Wit too----But then, Pox on't, thour't honest, thou sayeth, thou cannot swallow a Pill, except 'tis gilded over with Matrimony. _Lucy._ And that turns your Stomach, I warrant. _Lud._ Why, Ay: Faith my Stomach is damn'd squeemish in these matters: Yet, egad, if I could find one with half as much Money as thou hast Wit and Beauty, I'd marry, and live honest. _Lucy._ That is, you'd marry her Money---- _Lud._ One with the other, Child: There's no living upon Love thou knowest----Tho' Faith I could live well enough too. _Lucy._ Well, suppose I help you to a Lady with a round Sum; you'd keep your Word, and marry her? _Lud._ I am a Gentleman, I scorn to break my Word. _Lucy._ Well, Sir, come to the Mask, and I'll engage you a Mistress, if you are not over-curious. _Lud._ With all my Heart: I'm now resolv'd to leave this Wenching-Trade; For no man's safe upon a Hackney Jade; Th' Allay of Danger makes the Pleasure Pain, A Virtuous Wife will always be same. _The End of the Fourth Act._ ACT V. SCENE I. _A Mask in_ Bassino_'s Lodgings_. Bassino, Alonzo, Armando, _in a Disguise_; Placentia _in Man's Cloaths, Signior_ Pizalto, _Lady_ Pizalta, Lucy, &c.