_In a Cottage by the Mountain Lives a very pretty Maid, Who lay sleeping by a Fountain, Underneath a Myrtle shade; Her Petticoat of wanton Sarcenet, The amorous Wind about did move, And quite unveil’d, And quite unveil’d the Throne of Love, And quite unveil’d the Throne of Love._ ’.is something cold, I’ll go take a Niperkin of Wine, [Goes out. Enter _Isab._ and _Lor._ above, as frighted into the Balcony. _Lor._ This was some trick of thine, I will be hang’d else. _Isab._ Oh, I’ll be sworn you wrong me; Alas, I’m undone by’t. [_Ant._ at the Door knocks. _Ant._ Open the Door, thou naughty Woman. _Lor._ Oh, oh, what shall I do? what shall I do? _Ant._ Open the Door, I say. _Lor._ Oh, ‘tis a damnable leap out at this Balcony. _Isab._ And yet you are a dead Man, if you see him. _Ant._ Impudence, will you open the Door? _Isab._ I will, Sir, immediately. _Lor._ Devise some way to let me down, Or I will throw thee out; no Ladder of Ropes, no Device? --If a Man would not forswear Whoring for the future That is in my condition, I am no true Gentleman. _Ant._ Open, or I will break the Door. _Isab._ Hold the Door, and swear lustily that you Are my Husband, and I will in the mean time Provide for your safety, Though I can think of none but the Sheets from the Bed. [He holds the Door. _Lor._ Any thing to save my Life; --Sir, you may believe me upon my Honour, I am lawful Husband to _Isabella_, And have no designs upon your House or Honour. [_Isab._ this while fastens the Sheets, which are to be suppos’d from the Bed, to the Balcony. _Ant._ Thou art some Villain. _Lor._ No, Sir, I am an honest Man, and married lawfully. _Ant._ Who art thou? _Lor._ Hast thou done? _Isab._ Yes, but you must venture hard. _Isab._ ‘Tis _Lorenzo_, Sir. _Lor._ A Pox on her, now am I asham’d to all eternity. _Isab._ Sir, let me beg you’l take his Word and Oath to night, And to morrow I will satisfy you. [_Lor._ gets down by the Sheets. _Ant._ Look you make this good, Or you shall both dearly pay for’t. _Lor._ I am alive, yes, yes, all’s whole and sound, Which is a mercy, I can tell you; This is whoring now: may I turn _Franciscan_, If I could not find in my heart to do penance In Camphire Posset, this Month, for this. --Well, I must to this Merchant of Love, And I would gladly be there before the Prince: For since I have mist here, I shall be amorous enough, And then I’ll provide for _Frederick_; For ‘tis but just, although he be my Master, That I in these Ragousts should be his Taster. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Antonio’s House. Enter _Ismena_ with a Veil. _Ism._ _Alberto_ is not come yet, sure he loves me; But ‘tis not Tears, and Knees, that can confirm me; No, I must be convinc’d by better Argument. --Deceit, if ever thou a Guide wert made To amorous Hearts, assist a Love-sick Maid. Enter _Alberto_.