Sir _Pat._ Hah, my Lady turn’d rebellious!--put me to Bed I say;-- [Throws himself forward to the Bed.] --hah--what’s here?--what are thou,--a Man,--hah, a Man, Treason! betray’d! my Bed’s defil’d, my Lady polluted, and I am cornuted; oh thou vile Serpent of my Bosom! [She stands with her Face towards the Stage in signs of fear. _Isab._ A Man, and in my virtuous Lady Mother’s Chamber! how fortunate was I to light on this discovery! L. _Fan._ Well, Sir, since you have seen him, I beseech you for my sake, Dear, pardon him this one time. [Coakesing him. Sir _Pat._ Thou beg his Pardon! Oh, was ever heard such Impudence! L. _Fan._ Indeed, my Love, he is to blame; but we that are judicious should bear with the Frailities of Youth. Sir _Pat._ Oh insupportable Audacity!--what canst thou say, false Woman? L. _Fan._ Truly not much in his Defence, my Dear. _Isab._ Oh cunning Devil!-- L. _Fan._ But, Sir, to hide the weakness of your Daughter, I have a little strain’d my Modesty.-- _Isab._ Heavens! what says she?-- L. _Fan._ ‘Tis _Isabella’s_ Lover, Sir, whom I’ve conceal’d. _Lod._ A good hint to save both our Credits. Sir _Pat._ How, Mr. _Fainlove_ mean you? [_Lodwick_ rises and comes a little more forward, _Isabella_ does the like, till both meet at the feet of the Bed, and start, _Lodwick_ looking simply. L. _Fan._ Ay, my dear, Mr. _Fainlove_. _Lod._ _Isabella_ here! must she know too what a fine inconstant Dog I am?-- _Isab._ _Lodwick!_ and in my Mother’s Chamber! may I believe my Eyes! Sir _Pat._ But how got he hither?--tell me that: oh Youth, Youth, to what degree of Wickedness art thou arriv’d? L. _Fan._ She appointed him to come this Night, Sir, and he going to her Chamber, by mistake came into mine, it being the next to her’s. _Maun._ But, Lord, Sir, had you heard how my Lady school’d him, whilst I ran down to fetch a Light! _Lod._ Now does my Conscience tell me, I am a damn’d Villain.-- [Aside, looking pitifully on _Isabella_. L. _Fan._ But the poor Man presently perceiv’d his mistake, and beg’d my pardon in such feeling Terms--that I vow I had not the heart to deny it him. _Isab._ Oh Traytor! wou’d thou hadst been that Ravisher I took thee for, rather than such a Villain--false! and with my Mother too! L. _Fan._ And just then, Sir, you came to the Door, and lest you shou’d see him, intreated me to hide him from your Anger,--the Offence is not so heinous, Sir, considering he is so soon to marry her. Sir _Pat._ Well, Sir, and what have you to say in your Defence?--hah, how, Mr. _Knowell_,--worse and worse,--why, how came you hither, Sir? hah.-- L. _Fan._ Not _Wittmore_! oh, I am ruin’d and betray’d. [Falls almost in a swoon. Sir _Pat._ Hah, _Isabella_ here too! _Isab._ Yes, Sir, to justify her Innocence. Sir _Pat._ Hah! Innocence! and justify! take her away; go out of my sight, thou Limb of Satan,--take her away, I say, I’ll talk with you to morrow, Lady Finetricks--I will.--