Sir _Cau_. By all means--for if the Searchers come, they’ll never be so uncivil to ransack thy Lodgings; and we are bound in Christian Charity to do for one another--Some rich Commodities, I am sure--and some fine Knick-knack will fall to thy share, I’ll warrant thee --Pox on him for a young Rogue, how punctual he is! [_Aside_. _Enter with the Chest_. --Go, my Dear, go to Bed--I’ll send Sir _Nicholas_ a Receit for the Chest, and be with thee presently-- [_Ex. severally_. [Gayman _peeps out of the Chest, and looks round him wondring_. _Gay_. Hah, where am I? By Heaven, my last Night’s Vision--’Tis that inchanted Room, and yonder’s the Alcove! Sure ‘twas indeed some Witch, who knowing of my Infidelity--has by Inchantment brought me hither-- ’.is so--I am betray’d--[_Pauses_. Hah! or was it _Julia_, that last night gave me that lone Opportunity?--but hark, I hear some coming-- [_Shuts himself in_. _Enter Sir_ Cautious. Sir _Cau_. [_Lifting up the Chest-lid_.] So, you are come, I see-- [_Goes, and locks the door_. _Gay_. Hah--he here! nay then, I was deceiv’d, and it was _Julia_ that last night gave me the dear Assignation. [_Aside_. [_Sir_ Cautious _peeps into the Bed-chamber_. L. _Ful_. [_Within_.] Come, Sir _Cautious_, I shall fall asleep, and then you’ll waken me. Sir _Cau_. Ay, my Dear, I’m coming--she’s in Bed--I’ll go put out the Candle, and then-- _Gay_. Ay, I’ll warrant you for my part-- Sir _Cau_. Ay, but you may over-act your part, and spoil all--But, Sir, I hope you’ll use a Christian Conscience in this business. _Gay_. Oh, doubt not, Sir, but I shall do you Reason. Sir _Cau_. Ay, Sir, but-- _Gay_. Good Sir, no more Cautions; you, unlike a fair Gamester, will rook me out of half my Night--I am impatient-- Sir _Cau_. Good Lord, are you so hasty? if I please, you shan’t go at all. _Gay_. With all my soul, Sir; pay me three hundred Pound, Sir-- Sir _Cau_. Lord, Sir, you mistake my candid meaning still. I am content to be a Cuckold, Sir--but I wou’d have things done decently, d’ye mind me? _Gay_. As decently as a Cuckold can be made, Sir.--But no more disputes, I pray, Sir. Sir _Cau_. I’m gone--I’m gone--but harkye, Sir, you’ll rise before day? [_Going out, returns_. _Gay_. Yet again-- Sir _Cau_. I vanish, Sir--but harkye--you’ll not speak a word, but let her think ‘tis I? _Gay_. Be gone, I say, Sir-- [_He runs out_. I am convinc’d last night I was with _Julia_. Oh Sot, insensible and dull! _Enter softly Sir_ Cautious. Sir _Cau_. So, the Candle’s out--give me your hand. [_Leads him softly in_. SCENE V. _Changes to a Bed-chamber_. _Lady_ Fulbank _suppos’d in Bed. Enter Sir_ Cautious _and_ Gayman _by dark_.