Mrs. _Clack_. So; a Murrain of your Projects, we’re all undone now: For my part I’ll e’en after her, and deny to have any hand in the Business. [_Goes in_. _Fop_. Damn all ill Luck, was ever Man thus Fortune-bit, that he shou’d cross my Hopes just in the nick? But shall I lose her thus? No, Gad, I’ll after her; and come the worst, I have an Impudence shall out-face a Middlesex Jury, and out-swear a Discoverer. [_Goes in_. SCENE V. _Changes to a Chamber_. _Enter Lady_ Galliard, _pursued by Sir_ Charles, _and Footman_. L. _Gal_. Sirrah, run to my Lord Mayor’s, and require some of his Officers to assist me instantly; and d’ye hear, Rascal, bar up my Doors, and let none of his mad Crew enter. [_To the Footman who is going_. Sir _Char_. William, you may stay, William. L. _Gal_. I say, obey me, Sirrah. Sir _Char_. Sirrah, I say--know your Lord and Master. _Will_. I shall, Sir. [_Goes out_. L. _Gal_. Was ever Woman teaz’d thus? pursue me not. Sir _Char_. You are mistaken, I’m disobedient grown, Since we became one Family; and when I’ve us’d you thus a Week or two, you will Grow weary of this peevish fooling. L. _Gal_. Malicious thing, I wo’not, I am resolv’d I’ll tire thee out merely in spite, to have the better of thee. Sir _Char_. I’m as resolv’d as you, and do your worst, For I’m resolv’d never to quit thy House. L. _Gal_. But, Malice, there are Officers i’th’ City, that will not see me us’d thus, and will be here anon. Sir _Char_. Magistrates! why, they shall be welcome, if they be honest and loyal; if not, they may be hang’d in Heaven’s good time. L. _Gal_. Are you resolv’d to be thus obstinate? Fully resolv’d to make this way your Conquest? Sir _Char_. Most certainly, I’ll keep you honest to your Word, my Dear-- I’ve Witness-- L. _Gal_. You will? Sir _Char_. You’ll find it so. L. _Gal_. Then know, if thou darest marry me, I will so plague thee, be so reveng’d for all those Tricks thou hast play’d me-- Dost thou not dread the Vengeance Wives can take? Sir _Char_. Not at all: I’ll trust thy Stock of Beauty with thy Wit. L. _Gal_. Death, I will cuckold thee. Sir _Char_. Why, then I shall be free o’th’ Reverend City. L. _Gal_. Then I will game without cessation, till I’ve undone thee. Sir _Char_. Do, that all the Fops of empty Heads and Pockets may know where to be sure of a Cully; and may they rook ye till ye lose, and fret, and chafe, and rail those youthful Eyes to sinking; watch your fair Face to pale and withered Leanness. L. _Gal_. Then I will never let thee bed with me, but when I please. Sir _Char_. For that, see who’ll petition first, and then I’ll change for new ones every Night. _Enter_ William. _Will_. Madam, here’s Mr. _Wilding_ at the Door, and will not be deny’d seeing you. L. _Gal_. Hah, _Wilding_! Oh, my eternal Shame! Now thou hast done thy worst.