_Scar_. Though I am come off _en Cavalier_ with my Master, I am not with my Mistress, whom I promised to console this Night, and ‘tis but just I shou’d make good this Morning; ‘twill be rude to surprize her sleeping, and more gallant to wake her with a Serenade at her Window. [_Sets the Ladder to her Window, fetches his Lute and goes up the ladder_. He plays and sings this Song. _When Maidens are young and in their Spring Of Pleasure, of Pleasure, let ‘em take their full Swing, full Swing,--full Swing, And love, and dance, and play, and sing. For_ Silvia, _believe it, when Youth is done, There’s nought but hum drum, hum drum, hum drum; There’s nought but hum drum, hum drum, hum drum. Then_ Silvia _be wise--be wise--be wise, Though Painting and Dressing for awhile are Supplies, And may--surprise-- But when the Fire’s going out in your Eyes, It twinkles, it twinkles, it twinkles, and dies. And then to hear Love, to hear Love from you, I’d as live hear an Owl cry--Wit to woo, Wit to woo, wit to woo_. _Enter _Mopsophil_ above_. _Mop_. What woful Ditty-making Mortal’s this, That e’er the Lark her early Note has sung, Does doleful Love beneath my Casement thrum? -Ah, Seignior _Scaramouch_, is it you? _Scar_. Who shou’d it be that takes such pains to sue! _Mop_. Ah, Lover most true blue. _Enter_ Harlequin _in Woman’s Clothes_. _Har_. If I can now but get admittance, I shall not only deliver the young Ladies their Letters from their Lovers, but get some opportunity, in this Disguise, to slip this _Billet-Doux_ into _Mopsophil’s_ Hand, and bob my Comrade _Scaramouch_.--Ha, What do I see?--My Mistress at the Window, courting my Rival! Ah Gipsy! _Scar_. But we lose precious time, since you design me a kind Hour in your Chamber. _Har_. Oh Traitor! _Mop_. You’ll be sure to keep it from _Harlequin_. _Har_. Ah yes, he, hang him, Fool, he takes you for a Saint. _Scar. Harlequin_! Hang him, shotten Herring. _Har_. Ay, a Cully, a Noddy. _Mop_. A meer Zany. _Har_. Ah, hard-hearted _Turk_. _Mop_. Fit for nothing but a Cuckold. _Har_. Monster of Ingratitude! How shall I be reveng’d? [_Scar, going over the Balcony_. --Hold, hold, thou perjur’d Traitor. [_Cries out in a Woman’s Voice_. _Mop_. Ha, discover’d!--A Woman in the Garden! _Har_. Come down, come down, thou false perfidious Wretch. _Scar_. Who in the Devil’s Name, art thou? And to whom dost thou speak? _Har_. To thee, that false Deceiver, thou hast broke thy Vows, thy lawful Vows of Wedlock. [_Bawling out_. Oh, oh, that I shou’d live to see the Day. [_Crying_. _Scar_. Who mean you, Woman? _Har_. Whom shou’d I mean but thou,--my lawful Spouse? _Mop_. Oh Villain! Lawful Spouse!--Let me come to her. [Scar, _comes down, as_ Mopsophil _flings out of the Balcony_.