_Lod._ What a hopeful Project was here defeated by my mistake! but courage, Sir _Credulous_, I’ll put you in a way shall fetch all about again. Sir _Cred._ Say you so? ah, dear _Lodwick_, let me hear it. _Lod._ Why, you shall this Night give your Mistress a Serenade. Sir _Cred._ How! a Serenade! _Lod._ Yes, but it must be perform’d after an Extravagant manner, none of your dull amorous Night-walking Noises so familiar in this Town; _Lucretia_ loves nothing but what’s great and extravagant, and passes the reach of vulgar practice. Sir _Cred._ What think you of a silent Serenade? Zoz, say but the word and it shall be done, Man, let me alone for Frolicks, i’faith. _Lod._ A silent one! no, that’s to wear a good humour to the Stumps; I wou’d have this want for no Noise; the extremes of these two Addresses will set off one another. Sir _Cred._ Say you so? what think you then of the Bagpipe, Tongs, and Gridiron, Cat-calls, and loud-sounding Cymbals? _Lod._ Naught, naught, and of known use; you might as well treat her with Viols and Flute-doux, which were enough to disoblige her for ever. Sir _Cred._ Why, what think you then of the King of _Bantam’s_ own Musick. _Lod._ How! the King of _Bantam’s_ Musick? Sir _Cred._ Ay, Sir, the King of _Bantam’s_: a Friend of mine had a Present sent him from thence, a most unheard of curiosity I’ll assure you. _Lod._ That, that by all means, Sir. Sir _Cred._ Well, I’ll go borrow ‘em presently. _Lod._ You must provide your self of a Song. Sir _Cred._ A Song! hang’t, ‘tis but rummaging the Play-Books, stealing thence is lawful Prize--Well, Sir, your Servant. [Exit. Enter _Leander_. _Lod._ I hope ‘twill be ridiculous enough, and then the Devil’s in’t if it do not do his Business with my Mother, for she hates all impertinent Noises but what she makes herself. She’s now going to make a Visit to your Uncle, purposely to give me an opportunity to _Isabella_. _Lean._ And I’m ingag’d to wait on her thither, she designs to carry the Fiddles too; he’s mad enough already, but such a Visit will fit him for Bedlam. _Lod._ No matter, for you have all a leud Hand with him; between his continual imaginary Sickness, and perpetual Physic, a Man might take more Pleasure in an Hospital. What the Devil did he marry a young Wife for? and they say a handsome Creature too. _Lean._ To keep up his Title of Cuckold I think, for she has Beauty enough for Temptation, and no doubt makes the right use on’t: wou’d I cou’d know it, that I might prevent her cheating my Uncle longer to my undoing. _Lod._ She’ll be cunning enough for that, if she have Wit: but now thou talk’st of Intrigues, when didst see _Wittmore_? that Rogue has some lucky Haunt which we must find out.--But my Mother expects your attendance; I’ll go seek my Sister, and make all the Interest there I can for you, whilst you pay me in the same Coin to _Isabella_. _Adieu._ _Lean._ Trust my Friendship.-- [Ex. severally. ACT II.