Pet. This is an _Englishman_, of a dull honest Nation, and might be manag’d to advantage, were but I transform’d now. [Aside.] I hope you are a Man of Honour; Sir, I am a Virgin, fled 204 from the rage of an incens’d Brother; cou’d you but secure me with my Treasure, I wou’d be devoted yours. Blunt. Secure thee! by this Light, sweet Soul, I’ll marry thee;—_Belvile’s_ Lady ran just so away with him—this must be a Prize— [Aside.] But hark—prithee, my Dear, step in a little, I’ll keep my good Fortune to my self. Pet. See what trust I repose in your Hands, those Jewels, Sir. Blunt. So—there can be no jilting here, I am secur’d from being cozen’d however. [Ex. _Pet._ Enter _Fetherfool_. Feth. A Pox on all Fools, I say, and a double Pox on all fighting Fools; just when I had miraculously got my Monster by a mistake in the dark, convey’d her out, and within a moment of marrying her, to have my Friend set upon me, and occasion my losing her, was a Catastrophe which none but thy termagant Courage (which never did any Man good) cou’d have procur’d. Blunt. ’Dshartlikins, I cou’d kill my self. Feth. To fight away a couple of such hopeful Monsters, and two Millions—’owns, was ever Valour so improvident? Blunt. Your fighting made me mistake: for who the Pox wou’d have look’d for _Nicholas Fetherfool_ in the person of a Hero? Feth. Fight, ’Sbud, a Million of Money wou’d have provok’d a Bully; besides, I took you for the damn’d Rogue my Rival. Blunt. Just as I had finish’d my Serenade, and had put up my Pipes to be gone, out stalk’d me your two-handed Lady, with a Man at her Girdle like a bunch of Keys, whom I taking for nothing less than some one who had some foul design upon the Gentlewoman, like a true Knight-Errant, did my best to rescue her. Feth. Yes, yes, I feel you did, a Pox of your heavy hand. 205 Blunt. So whilst we two were lovingly cuffing each other, comes the Rival, I suppose, and carries off the Prize. Feth. Who must be Seignior _Lucifer_ himself, he cou’d never have vanisht with that Celerity else with such a Carriage—But come, all we have to do is to raise the Mountebank and the Guardian, pursue the Rogues, have ’em hang’d by Law, for a Rape, and Theft, and then we stand fair again. Blunt. Faith, you may, if you please, but Fortune has provided otherwise for me. [_Aside._] [Ex. _Blu._ and _Feth._ Enter _Beaumond_ and _Ariadne_. Beau. Sure none lives here, or Thieves are broken in, the Doors are all left open. Aria. Pray Heaven this Stranger prove but honest now. [Aside. Beau. Now, my dear Creature, every thing conspires to make us happy, let us not defer it.