_Scar_. [_Signs to_ Har. _to go out_.] I came to tell you, Madam, my Master’s just taking Mule to go his Journey to Night, and that Don _Cinthio_ is in the Street, for a lucky moment to enter in. _Ela_. But what if any one by my Father’s Order, or he himself should by some chance surprize us? _Scar_. If we be, I have taken order against a Discovery. I’ll go see if the old Gentleman be gone, and return with your Lover. [_Goes out_. _Ela_. I tremble, but know not whether ‘tis with Fear or Joy. _Enter_ Cinthio. _Cin_. My dear _Elaria_-- [_Runs to imbrace her, She starts from him_. --Ha,--shun my Arms, _Elaria_! _Ela_. Heavens! Why did you come so soon? _Cin_. Is it too soon, whene’er ‘tis safe, _Elaria_? _Ela_. I die with Fear--Met you not _Scaramouch_? He went to bid you wait a while; what shall I do? _Cin_. Why this Concern? none of the House has seen me. I saw your Father taking Horse. _Ela_. Sure you mistake, methinks I hear his Voice. _Doct_. [_Below_.]--My Key--The Key of my Laboratory. Why, Knave _Scaramouch_, where are you? _Ela_. Do you hear that, Sir?--Oh, I’m undone! Where shall I hide you?--He approaches. [_She searches where to hide him_. Ha! my Cousin’s Closet’s open,--step in a little. [_He goes in, she puts out the Candle_. _Enter the_ Doctor. _She gets round the Chamber to the Door, and as he advances in, she steals out_. _Doct_. Here I must have dropt it; a Light, a Light there. _Enter_ Cinthio, _from the Closet, pulls_ Charmante _out, they not knowing each other_. _Cin_. Oh, this perfidious Woman! No marvel she was so surpriz’d and angry at my Approach to Night. _Cha_. Who can this be?--but I’ll be prepar’d. [_Lays his Hand on his Sword_. _Doct_. Why, _Scaramouch_, Knave, a Light! [_Turns to the Door to call_. _Enter_ Scaramouch _with a Light, and seeing the two Lovers there, runs against his Master, puts out the Candle, and flings him down and falls over him. At the entrance of the Candle_, Charmante _slipt from_ Cinthio _into the Closet_. Cinthio _gropes to find him; when_ Mopsophil _and_ Elaria, _hearing a great Noise, enter with a Light_. Cinthio _finding he was discovered falls to acting a Mad-man, _Scaramouch _helps up the Doctor, and bows_. Ha,--a Man,--and in my House,--Oh dire Misfortune! --Who are you, Sir? _Cin_. Men call me _Gog Magog_, the Spirit of Power; My Right-hand Riches holds, my Left-hand Honour. Is there a City Wife wou’d be a Lady?--Bring her to me, Her easy Cuckold shall be dubb’d a Knight. _Ela_. Oh Heavens! a Mad-man, Sir. _Cin_. Is there a tawdry Fop wou’d have a Title? A rich Mechanick that wou’d be an Alderman? Bring ‘em to me, And I’ll convert that Coxcomb, and that Blockhead, into Your Honour and Right-Worshipful.