_Wit._ As a Man ought to love, with a good substantial Passion, without any design but that of right-down honest Injoyment. _Lod._ Ay, now we understand thee, this is something. Ah Friend, I had such an Adventure last Night.--You may talk of your Intrigues and substantial Pleasures, but if any of you can match mine,--Egad, I’ll forswear Womankind. _Lean._ An Adventure! prithee where? Sir _Cred._ What, last Night, when you rescued me from the Bilbo-Blades! indeed ye look’d a little furiously. _Lod._ I had reason, I was just then come out of a Garden from fighting with a Man whom I found with my Mistress; and I had at least known who’t had been, but for the coming of those Rascals that set on you, who parted us, whilst he made his escape in the Croud. _Wit._ Death! that was I, who for fear of being known got away: was’t he then that I fought with, and whom I learnt lov’d _Isabella_? [Aside. _Lod._ You must know, Gentlemen, I have a sort of a matrimonial Kindness for a very pretty Woman, she whom I tell you I disturb’d in the Garden, and last night she made me an Assignation in her Chamber: when I came to the Garden-door by which I was to have admittance, I found a kind of Necessary call’d a Baudy Waiting-Woman, whom I follow’d, and thought she wou’d have conducted me to the right Woman; but I was luckily and in the dark led into a Lady’s Chamber, who took me for a Lover she expected: I found my happy mistake, and wou’d not undeceive her. _Wit._ This could be none but _Lucia_. [Aside. --Well, Sir, and what did you do there? _Lod._ Do! why, what dost think? all that a Man inspir’d by Love cou’d do, I followed all the dictates of Nature, Youth, and Vigor. _Wit._ Oh, hold, my Heart--or I shall kill the Traitor. [Aside. Sir _Cred._ Follow’d all the dictates of Nature, Youth and Vigor! prithee what’s that? _Lod._ I kiss’d a thousand times her balmy Lips, and greedily took in the nimble Sighs she breath’d into my Soul. _Wit._ Oh, I can scarce contain my self. [Aside. Sir _Cred._ Pshaw, is that all, Man? _Lod._ I clasp’d her lovely Body in my Arms, And laid my Bosom to her panting Breast. Trembling she seem’d all Love and soft Desire, And I all Burnings in a youthful Fire. Sir _Cred._ Bless us, the Man’s in a Rapture! _Wit._ Damnation on them both. Sir _Cred._ Well, to the point, Man: what didst do all this while? _Lean._ Faith, I fancy he did not sleep, Sir _Credulous_. _Lod._ No, Friend, she had too many Charms to keep me waking. Sir _Cred._ Had she so? I shou’d have beg’d her Charms pardon, I tell her that though. _Wit._ Curse on my Sloth, Oh, how shall I dissemble? [Aside. _Lean._ Thy Adventure was pretty lucky--but, _Wittmore_, thou dost not relish it. _Wit._ My Mind’s upon my Marriage, Sir; if I thought he lov’d _Isabella_, I wou’d marry her to be reveng’d on him, at least I’ll vex his Soul, as he has tortur’d mine.--Well, Gentlemen, you’ll dine with me,--and give me your opinion of my Wife.