Aria. Follow me then at a distance, and observe where I enter; and at night (if your Passion lasts so long) return, and you shall find Admittance into the Garden. [Speaking hastily. [He runs out after her. Enter _Shift_. Shift. Well, Sir, the Mountebank’s come, and just going to begin in the Piazza; I have order’d Matters, that you shall have a Sight of the Monsters, and leave to court ’em, and when won, to give the Guardian a fourth part of the Portions. 140 Blunt. Good: But Mum—here’s the Captain, who must by no means know our good Fortune, till he see us in State. Enter _Willmore_, _Shift_ goes to him. Shift. All things are ready, Sir, for our Design, the House prepar’d as you directed me, the Guardian wrought upon by the Persuasions of the two Monsters, to take a Lodging there, and try the Bath of Reformation: The Bank’s preparing, and the Operators and Musick all ready, and the impatient Town flockt together to behold the Man of Wonders, and nothing wanting but your Donship and a proper Speech. Will. ’Tis well, I’ll go fit my self with a Dress, and think of a Speech the while: In the mean time, go you and amuse the gaping Fools that expect my coming. [Goes out. Enter _Fetherfool_ singing and dancing. _Feth._ Have you heard of a _Spanish_ Lady, How she woo’d an _English_ Man? Blunt. Why, how now, Fetherfool? _Feth._ Garments gay, and rich as may be, Deckt with Jewels, had she on. Blunt. Why, how now, Justice, what run mad out of Dog-days? _Feth._ Of a comely Countenance and Grace is she, A sweeter Creature in the World there could not be. Shift. Why, what the Devil’s the matter, Sir? Blunt. Stark mad, ’dshartlikins. Feth. _Of a Comely Countenance_—well, Lieutenant, the most heroick and illustrious Madona! Thou saw’st her, _Ned_: _And of a comely Counte—_The most Magnetick Face—well—I knew the Charms of these Eyes of mine were not made in vain: I was design’d for great things, that’s certain—_And a sweeter Creature in the World there could not be._ [Singing. 141 Blunt. What then the two Lady Monsters are forgotten? the Design upon the Million of Money, the Coach and Six, and Patent for Right Worshipful, all drown’d in the Joy of this new Mistress?—But well, Lieutenant, since he is so well provided for, you may put in with me for a Monster; such a Jest, and such a Sum, is not to be lost. Shift. Nor shall not, or I have lost my Aim. [Aside. Feth. [_Putting off his Hat._] Your Pardons, good Gentlemen; and tho I perceive I shall have no great need for so trifling a Sum as a hundred thousand Pound, or so, yet a Bargain’s a Bargain, Gentlemen. Blunt. Nay,’dsheartlikins, the Lieutenant scorns to do a foul thing, d’ye see, but we would not have the Monsters slighted. Feth. Slighted! no, Sir, I scorn your Words, I’d have ye to know, that I have as high a Respect for Madam Monster, as any Gentleman in Christendom, and so I desire she should understand. Blunt. Why, this is that that’s handsom.