[_Takes him up_. _Char_. Let it suffice, I’m satisfy’d, my _Bellemante_. _Ela_. Pray know my Cousin _Florinda_. [_They salute the Lady_. _Bell_. Come, let us not lose time, since we are all Friends. _Char_. The best use we can make of it, is to talk of Love. _Bell_. Oh! we shall have time enough for that hereafter; besides, you may make Love in Dancing as well as in Sitting; you may gaze, sigh, and press the Hand, and now and then receive a Kiss, what wou’d you more? _Char_. Yes, wish a little more. _Bell_. We were unreasonable to forbid you that cold Joy, nor shall you wish long in vain, if you bring Matters so about, to get us with my Uncle’s Consent. _Ela_. Our Fortunes depending solely on his Pleasure, which are too considerable to lose. _Cin_. All things are order’d as I have written you at large; our Scenes and all our Properties are ready; we have no more to do but to banter the old Gentleman into a little more Faith, which the next Visit of our new Cabalist _Charmante_ will complete. [_The Musick plays_. _Enter some Anticks, and dance. They all sit the while_. _Ela_. Your Dancers have performed well, but ‘twere fit we knew who we have trusted with this Evening’s Intrigue. _Cin_. Those, Madam, who are to assist us in carrying on a greater Intrigue, the gaining of you. They are our Kinsmen. _Ela_. Then they are doubly welcome. [_Here is a Song in Dialogue, with Flute Doux and Harpsicals, between a Shepherd and Shepherdess; which ended, they all dance a Figure Dance_. _Cin_. Hark, what Noise is that? sure ‘tis in the next Room. _Doctor [Within.] Scaramouch, Scaramouch_! [Scaramouch _runs to the Door, and holds it fast_. _Scar_. Ha,--the Devil in the likeness of my old Master’s Voice, for it is impossible it should be he himself. _Char_. If it be he, how got he in? did you not secure the Doors? _Ela_. He always has a Key to open ‘em. Oh! what shall we do? there’s no escaping him; he’s in the next Room, through which you are to pass. _Doct. [Within.] Scaramouch_, Knave, where are you? _Scar_. ‘Tis he, ‘tis he, follow me all-- [_He goes with all the Company behind the Front Curtain_. _Doct. [Within.]_ I tell you, Sirrah, I heard the noise of Fiddles. _Peter. [_Within.]_ No surely, Sir, ‘twas a Mistake. [_Knocking at the Door_. [Scaramouch _having placed them all in the Hanging, in which they make the Figures, where they stand without Motion in Postures, he comes out. He opens the Door with a Candle in his Hand_. _Enter the_ Doctor _and_ Peter _with a Light_. _Scar_. Bless me, Sir! Is it you--or your Ghost? _Doct_. ‘Twere good for you, Sir, if I were a thing of Air; but as I am a substantial Mortal, I will lay it on as substantially-- [_Canes him. He cries_. _Scar_. What d’ye mean, Sir? what d’ye mean?