Beau. He’s in the right; and shall I waste my Youth and powerful Fortune on one who all this while has jilted me, seeing I was a lavish loving Fool?—No—this Soul and Body shall not be divided— [Gives her to _Will._ Will. I am so much thy Friend, another time I might be drawn to take a bad Bargain off thy Hands—but I have other Business at present: wo’t do a kind thing, _Harry_,—lend me thy Aid to carry off my Woman to night? ’tis hard by in the Piazza, perhaps we may find Resistance. Beau. My self and Sword are yours. I have a Chair waits below too, may do you Service. Will. I thank ye—Madam—your Servant. La Nu. Left by both! Beau. You see our Affairs are pressing. [Bows, and smiles carelesly. Ex. _Will._ singing, and _Beau._ La Nu. Gone! where’s all your Power, ye poor deluded Eyes? Curse on your feeble Fires, that cannot warm a Heart which every common Beauty kindles. Oh—he is gone for ever. Enter _Petronella_. Pet. Yes, he is gone, to your eternal Ruin: not all the Race of Men cou’d have produc’d so bountiful and credulous a Fool. La Nu. No, never; fetch him back, my _Petronella_: Bring me my wild Inconstant, or I die— [Puts her out. Pet. The Devil fetch him back for _Petronella_, is’t he you mean? you’ve had too much of him; a Curse upon him, he’as ruin’d you. La Nu. He has, he shall, he must compleat my ruin. Pet. She raves, the Rogue has given her a _Spanish_ Philtre. 196 La Nu. My Coach, my Veil—or let ’em all alone; undrest thus loosely to the Winds commit me to darkness, and no Guide but pitying _Cupid_. [Going out, _Pet._ holds her. Pet. What, are you mad? La Nu. As Winds let loose, or Storms when they rage high. [Goes out. Pet. She’s lost, and I’ll shift for my self, seize all her Money and Jewels, of which I have the Keys; and if Seignior Mountebank keeps his Word, be transform’d to Youth and Beauty again, and undo this _La Nuche_ at her own Trade— [Goes in. Scene II. The Street. Enter _Willmore_, _Beaumond_, Chair following. Will. Set down the Chair; you’re now within call, I’ll to the Garden-Door, and see if any Lady Bright appear—Dear _Beaumond_, stay here a minute, and if I find occasion, I’ll give you the Word. Beau. ’Tis hard by my Lodgings; if you want Conveniences, I have the Key of the Back-way through the Garden, whither you may carry your Mistress. _Will._ I thank thee—let me first secure my Woman. [Goes out. Beau. I thought I’d lov’d this false, this jilting Fair, even above my Friendship; but I find I can forgive this Rogue, tho I am sure he has rob’d me of my Joys. Enter _Ariadne_ with a Casket of Jewels. Aria. Not yet! a Devil on him, he’s Dear-hearting it with some other kind Damsel—Faith,’tis most wickedly done of me to venture my Body with a mad unknown Fellow. Thus a little more Delay will put me into a serious Consideration, and I shall e’en go home again, sleep and be sober. [She walks about.