_Gay_. By Magick Art I was conducted--I know not how, To an inchanted Palace in the Clouds, Where I was so attended-- Young dancing, singing Fiends innumerable. L. _Ful_. Imagination all! _Gay_. But for the amorous Devil, the old _Proserpine_.-- L. _Ful_. Ay, she--what said she?-- _Gay_. Not a word: Heaven be prais’d, she was a silent Devil--but she was laid in a Pavilion, all form’d of gilded Clouds, which hung by Geometry, whither I was conveyed, after much Ceremony, and laid in Bed with her; where with much ado, and trembling with my Fears--I forc’d my Arms about her. L. _Ful_. And sure that undeceiv’d him. [_Aside_. _Gay_. But such a Carcase ‘twas--deliver me--so rivell’d, lean and rough--a Canvas Bag of wooden Ladles were a better Bed-fellow. L. _Ful_. Now though I know that nothing is more distant than I from such a Monster--yet this angers me. Death! cou’d you love me and submit to this? _Gay_. ‘Twas that first drew me in-- The tempting Hope of Means to conquer you, Wou’d put me upon any dangerous Enterprize: Were I the Lord of all the Universe, I am so lost in Love, For one dear Night to clasp you in my Arms, I’d lavish all that World--then die with Joy. L. _Ful_. ‘Slife, after all to seem deform’d, old, ugly-- [_Walking in a fret_. _Gay_. I knew you would be angry when you heard it. [_He pursues her in a submissive posture_. _Enter Sir_ Cautious, Bearjest, Noisey _and_ Bredwel. Sir _Cau_. How, what’s here?--my Lady with the Spark that courted her last Night?--hum--with her again so soon?--Well, this Impudence and Importunity undoes more City-Wives than all their unmerciful Finery. _Gay_. But, Madam-- L. _Ful_. Oh, here’s my Husband--you’d best tell him your Story--what makes him here so soon?-- [_Angry_. Sir _Cau_. Me his Story! I hope he will not tell me he’as a mind to cuckold me. _Gay_. A Devil on him, what shall I say to him? L. _Ful_. What, so excellent at Intrigues, and so dull at an Excuse? [_Aside_. _Gay_. Yes, Madam, I shall tell him-- _Enter _Bellmour. L. _Ful_.--Is my Lady at leisure for a Visit, Sir? _Bel_. Always to receive your Ladyship. [_She goes out_. Sir _Cau_. With me, Sir, wou’d you speak? _Gay_. With you, Sir, if your name be _Fulbank_. Sir _Cau_. Plain _Fulbank_! methinks you might have had a Sirreverence, under your Girdle, Sir; I am honoured with another Title, Sir-- [_Goes talking to the rest_. _Gay_. With many, Sir, that very well become you-- [_Pulls him a little aside_. I’ve something to deliver to your Ear.