_Bea_. Who, I, Sir! Pray, let his Worship know, I shall be proud of the Honour of his Acquaintance; but, Sir, my Mistress and the Parson wait in _Ned’s_ Chamber. _Gay_. If all the World wait, Sir, the Prince of Hell will stay for no Man. _Bred_. Oh, Sir, rather than the Prince of the Infernals shall be affronted, I’ll conduct the Lady up, and entertain her till you come, Sir. _Bea_. Nay, I have a great mind to kiss his--Paw, Sir; but I cou’d wish you’d shew him me by day-light, Sir. _Gay_. The Prince of Darkness does abhor the Light. But, Sir, I will for once allow your Friend the Captain to keep you company. _Enter_ Noisey _and_ Diana. _Bea_. I’m much oblig’d to you, Sir; oh, Captain-- [_Talks to him_. _Bred_. Haste, Dear; the Parson waits, To finish what the Powers design’d above. _Dia_. Sure nothing is so bold as Maids in Love! [_They go out_. _Noi_. Psho! he conjure--he can flie as soon. _Gay_. Gentlemen, you must be sure to confine your selves to this Circle, and have a care you neither swear, nor pray. _Bea_. Pray, Sir! I dare say neither of us were ever that way gifted. A horrid Noise. _Gay_. _Cease your Horror, cease your Haste. And calmly as I saw you last, Appear! Appear! By thy Pearls and Diamond Rocks, By thy heavy Money-Box, By thy shining Petticoat, That hid thy cloven Feet from Note; By the Veil that hid thy Face, Which else had frighten’d humane Race_: [Soft Musick ceases. _Appear, that I thy Love may see, Appear, kind Fiends, appear to me_. A Pox of these Rascals, why come they not? _Four enter from the four corners of the Stage, to Musick that plays; they dance, and in the Dance, dance round ‘em, and kick, pinch, and beat ‘em_. _Bea_. Oh, enough, enough! Good Sir, lay ‘em, and I’ll pay the Musick-- _Gay_. I wonder at it--these Spirits are in their Nature kind, and peaceable--but you have basely injur’d some body--confess, and they will be satisfied-- _Bea_. Oh, good Sir, take your _Cerberuses_ off--I do confess, the Captain here, and I have violated your Fame. _Noi_. Abus’d you,--and traduc’d you,--and thus we beg your pardon-- _Gay_. Abus’d me! ‘Tis more than I know, Gentlemen. _Bea_. But it seems your Friend the Devil does. _Gay_. By this time _Bredwel’s_ married. --Great _Pantamogan_, hold, for I am satisfied, [_Ex. Devils_. And thus undo my Charm-- [_Takes away the Circle, they run out_. So, the Fools are going, and now to _Julia’s_ Arms. [_Going_. SCENE IV. _Lady_ Fulbank’s _Anti-chamber_. _She discover’d undrest at her Glass; Sir_ Cautious _undrest_. L. _Ful_. But why to Night? indeed you’re wondrous kind methinks. Sir _Cau_. Why, I don’t know--a Wedding is a sort of an Alarm to Love; it calls up every Man’s courage. L. _Ful_. Ay, but will it come when ‘tis call’d?