_You, before you enter here On this sacred Ring must swear_, [Puts it on his Finger, holds his Hand. _By the Figure which is round, Your Passion constant and profound; By the Adamantine Stone, To be fixt to one alone: By the Lustre, which is true, Ne’er to break your sacred Vow. Lastly, by the Gold that’s try’d, For Love all Dangers to abide_. They all dance about him, while those same two sing. Man. _Once about him let us move, To confirm him true to Love_. [bis. Pert. _Twice with mystick turning Feet, Make him silent and discreet_. [bis. Man. _Thrice about him let us tread, To keep him ever young in Bed_. [bis. Gives him another part. Man. _Forget_ Aminta’s _proud Disdain; Haste here, and sigh no more in vain, The Joy of Love without the Pain_. Pert. _That God repents his former Slights, And Fortune thus your Faith requites_. Both. _Forget_ Aminta’s _proud Disdain; Then taste, and sigh no more in vain, The Joy of Love without the Pain, The Joy of Love without the Pain_. [_Exeunt_ all Dancers. Looks on himself, and feels about him. _Gay_. What the Devil can all this mean? If there be a Woman in the Case--sure I have not liv’d so bad a Life, to gain the dull Reputation of so modest a Coxcomb, but that a Female might down with me, without all this Ceremony. Is it care of her Honour?--that cannot be--this Age affords none so nice: Nor Fiend nor Goddess can she be, for these I saw were Mortal. No--’tis a Woman--I am positive. Not young nor handsom, for then Vanity had made her glory to have been seen. No--since ‘tis resolved, a Woman--she must be old and ugly, and will not balk my Fancy with her sight, but baits me more with this essential Beauty. _Well--be she young or old, Woman or Devil, She pays, and I’ll endeavour to be civil_. [_Exit_. SCENE V. _In the same House. The flat Scene of the Hall_. _After a Knocking, enter_ Bredwel _in his masking Habit, with his Vizard in the one Hand, and a Light in t’other, in haste_. _Bred_. Hah, knocking so late at our Gate-- [_Opens the door_. _Enter Sir_ Feeble _drest, and arm’d Cap-a-pee, with a broad Waste-Belt stuck round with Pistols, a Helmet, Scarf, Buff-coat and half Pike_. Sir _Feeb_. How now, how now, what’s the matter here? _Bred_. Matter, what, is my Lady’s innocent Intrigue found out?-- Heavens, Sir, what makes you here in this warlike Equipage? Sir _Feeb_. What makes you in this showing Equipage, Sir? _Bred_. I have been dancing among some of my Friends. Sir _Feeb_. And I thought to have been fighting with some of my Friends. Where’s Sir _Cautious_, where’s Sir _Cautious_? _Bred_. Sir _Cautious_--Sir, in Bed. Sir _Feeb_. Call him, call him--quickly, good _Edward_.