_Cel_. ‘Tis not so lucky--but who art thou That dost with so much pity ask? _Dia_. He seems a Gentleman--handsome and young-- [_Aside_. Pray ask no Questions, Sir; but if you are what you seem, Give a Protection to an unhappy Maid. --Do not reply, but let us haste away. _Cel_. Hah--What do I hear! sure, ‘tis _Diana_. --Madam, with haste, and joy, I’ll serve you. --I’ll carry her to my own Lodgings. Fortune, in this, has done my Sufferings right, My Rival’s in my Power, upon her Wedding-Night. [_Aside_. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ Bellmour, _Sir_ Tim. Sham, _and_ Sharp. Sir _Tim_. Lord, Lord, that you should not know your Friend and humble Servant, _Tim. Tawdrey_--But thou look’st as if thou hadst not been a-bed yet. _Bel_. No more I have. Sir _Tim_. Nay, then thou losest precious time, I’ll not detain thee. [_Offers to go_. _Bel_. Thou art mistaken, I hate all Woman-kind-- Sir _Tim_. How, how! _Bel_, Above an Hour--hark ye, Knight--I am as leud, and as debaucht as thou art. Sir _Tim_. What do you mean, _Frank_? _Bel_. To tell a Truth, which yet I never did. --I whore, drink, game, swear, lye, cheat, rob, pimp, hector, all, all I do that’s vitious. Sir _Tim_. Bless me! _Bel_. From such a Villian, hah! Sir _Tim_. No, but that thou should’st hide it all this while. _Bel_. Till I was married only, and now I can dissemble it no longer-- come--let’s to a Baudy-House. Sir _Tim_. A Baudy-house! What, already! This is the very quintessence of Leudness. --Why, I thought that I was wicked, but, by Fortune, This dashes mine quite out of Countenance. _Bel_. Oh, thou’rt a puny Sinner!--I’ll teach thee Arts (so rare) of Sin, the least of them shall damn thee. Sir _Tim_. By Fortune, _Frank_, I do not like these Arts. _Bel_. Then thou’rt a Fool--I’ll teach thee to be rich too. Sir _Tim_. Ay, that I like. _Bel_. Look here, my Boys! [_Hold up his Writings, which he takes out of his Pockets_. The Writings of 3000 pounds a Year: --All this I got by Perjury. Sir _Tim_. By Fortune, a thriving Sin. _Bel_. And we will live in Sin while this holds out. _And then to my cold Home--Come let’s be gone: Oh, that I ne’er might see the rising Sun_. [_Exeunt_. ACT IV. SCENE I. Celinda’s _Chamber_. _Discovers_ Celinda _as before sitting in a Chair_, Diana _by her in another, who sings_. SONG. I. Celinda, _who did Love disdain, For whom had languished many a Swain, Leading her bleating Flocks to drink, She spy’d upon the River’s brink A Youth, whose Eyes did well declare How much he lov’d, but lov’d not her_. II. _At first she laugh’d, but gaz’d the while, And soon it lessen’d to a Smile; Thence to surprize and wonder came, Her Breast to heave, her Heart to flame; Then cry’d she out, Ah, now I prove Thou art a God, Almighty Love_. III.