_Doct_. Mad, stark mad! Why, Sirrah, Rogue--_Scaramouch_ --How got this Mad-man in? [_While the_ Doctor _turns to_ Scaramouch, Cinthio _speaks softly to_ Elaria. _Cin_. Oh, thou perfidious Maid! Who hast thou hid in yonder conscious Closet? [_Aside to her_. _Scar_. Why, Sir, he was brought in a Chair for your Advice; but how he rambled from the Parlour to this Chamber, I know not. _Cin_. Upon a winged Horse, ycleped _Pegasus_, Swift as the fiery Racers of the Sun,--I fly--I fly--See how I mount, and cut the liquid Sky. [_Runs out_. _Doct_. Alas, poor Gentleman, he’s past all Cure.--But, Sirrah, for the future, take you care that no young mad Patients be brought into my House. _Scar_. I shall, Sir,--and see,--here’s your Key you look’d for. _Doct_. That’s well; I must be gone--Bar up the Doors, and upon Life or Death let no man enter. [_Exit_ Doctor, _and all with him, with the Light_. Charmante _peeps out--and by degrees comes all out, listning every step_. _Char_. Who the Devil cou’d that be that pull’d me from the Closet? but at last I’m free, and the Doctor’s gone; I’ll to _Cinthio_, and bring him to pass this Night with our Mistresses. [_Exit_. _As he is gone off, enter_ Cinthio _groping_. _Cin_. Now for this lucky Rival, if his Stars will make this last part of his Adventure such. I hid my self in the next Chamber, till I heard the Doctor go, only to return to be reveng’d. [_He gropes his way into the Closet, with his Sword drawn_. _Enter_ Elaria _with a Light_. _Ela_. _Scaramouch_ tells me _Charmante_ is conceal’d in the Closet, whom _Cinthio_ surely has mistaken for some Lover of mine, and is jealous; but I’ll send _Charmante_ after him, to make my peace and undeceive him. [_Goes to the Door_. --Sir, Sir, where are you? they are all gone, you may adventure out. [Cinthio _comes out_. Ha,--_Cinthio_ here? _Cin_. Yes, Madam, to your shame: Now your Perfidiousness is plain, false Woman, ’.is well your Lover had the dexterity of escaping, I’ad spoil’d his making Love else. [_Goes from her, she holds him_. _Ela_. Prithee hear me. _Cin_. But since my Ignorance of his Person saves his Life, live and possess him, till I can discover him. [_Goes out_. _Ela_. Go, peevish Fool-- Whose Jealousy believes me given to change, Let thy own Torments be my just Revenge. [_Exit_. _The End of the First Act_. ACT II. SCENE I. _A Chamber in the_ Doctor’s _House_. _An Antick Dance_. _After the Musick has plaid, enter_ Elaria; _to her_ Bellemante. _Ela_. Heavens, _Bellemante_! Where have you been?