Sir _Cau_. Where are you, my Dear? [_Leads him to the bed_. L. _Ful_. Where shou’d I be--in Bed; what, are you by dark? Sir _Cau_. Ay, the Candle went out by Chance. [Gayman _signs to him to be gone; he makes grimaces as loath to go, and Exit_. SCENE VI. _Draws over, and represents another Room in the same House_. _Enter_ Parson, Diana, _and_ Pert _drest in_ Diana’s _Clothes_. _Dia_. I’ll swear, Mrs. _Pert_, you look very prettily in my Clothes; and since you, Sir, have convinc’d me that this innocent Deceit is not unlawful, I am glad to be the Instrument of advancing Mrs. _Pert_ to a Husband, she already has so just a Claim to. _Par_. Since she has so firm a Contract, I pronounce it a lawful Marriage--but hark, they are coming sure-- _Dia_. Pull your Hoods down, and keep your Face from the Light. [_Diana runs out_. _Enter_ Bearjest _and_ Noisey _disordered_. _Bea_. Madam, I beg your Pardon--I met with a most devilish Adventure; --your Pardon too, Mr. Doctor, for making you wait.--But the business is this, Sir--I have a great mind to lie with this young Gentlewoman to Night, but she swears if I do, the Parson of the Parish shall know it. _Par_. If I do, Sir, I shall keep Counsel. _Bea_. _And that’s civil, Sir--Come, lead the way, With such a Guide, the Devil’s in’t if we can go astray_. [_Exeunt_. SCENE VII. _Changes to the Anti-chamber_. _Enter Sir_ Cautious. Sir _Cau_. Now cannot I sleep, but am as restless as a Merchant in stormy Weather, that has ventur’d all his Wealth in one Bottom.--Woman is a leaky Vessel.--if she should like the young Rogue now, and they should come to a right understanding--why, then I am a--Wittal--that’s all, and shall be put in Print at _Snow-hill_, with my Effigies o’th’ top, like the sign of Cuckolds Haven.--Hum--they’re damnable silent--pray Heaven he have not murdered her, and robbed her--hum--hark, what’s that?--a noise!--he has broke his Covenant with me, and shall forfeit the Money--How loud they are? Ay, ay, the Plot’s discovered, what shall I do?--Why, the Devil is not in her sure, to be refractory now, and peevish; if she be, I must pay my Money yet--and that would be a damn’d thing.--sure they’re coming out--I’ll retire and hearken how ’.is with them. [_Retires_. _Enter Lady_ Fulbank _undrest_, Gayman, _half undrest upon his Knees, following her, holding her Gown_. L. _Ful_. Oh! You unkind--what have you made me do? Unhand me, false Deceiver--let me loose-- Sir _Cau_. Made her do?--so, so--’tis done--I’m glad of that-- [_Aside peeping_. _Gay_. Can you be angry, _Julia_? Because I only seiz’d my Right of Love.