_Cour._ Here's another trick of the devil now; under that window between the hours of eleven and twelve exactly! I am a damned fool, and must go: let me see; suppose I meet with a lusty beating: pish, that's nothing for a man that's in love; or suppose she contrive some way to make a public coxcomb of me, and expose me to the scorn of the world, for an example to all amorous blockheads hereafter? why, if she do, I'll swear I have lain with her; beat her relations, if they pretend to vindicate her; and so there's one love-intrigue pretty well over. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Sir DAVY DUNCE _and_ VERMIN. _Sir Dav._ Go, get you in to your lady now, and tell her I am coming. _Ver._ Her ladyship, right worshipful, is pleased not to be at home. _Sir Dav._ How's that? my lady not at home! Run, run in and ask when she went forth, whither she is gone, and who is with her; run and ask, Vermin. _Ver._ She went out in her chair presently after you this afternoon. _Sir Dav._ Then I may be a cuckold still for aught I know: what will become of me? I have surely lost, and ne'er shall find her more; she promised me strictly to stay at home till I came back again; for aught I know she may be up three pair of stairs in the Temple now. _Ver._ Is her ladyship in law then, sir? _Sir Dav._ Or it may be taking the air as far as Knightsbridge, with some smooth-faced rogue or another. 'Tis a damned house, that Swan: that Swan at Knightsbridge is a confounded house, Vermin. _Ver._ Do you think she is there then? _Sir Dav._ No, I do not think she is there neither; but such a thing may be, you know: would that Barn-Elms was under water too! there's a thousand cuckolds a year made at Barn-Elms by Rosamond's Ponds:[40] the devil! if she should be there this evening my heart's broke. _Enter_ Sir JOLLY. _Sir Jol._ That must be Sir Davy; ay, that's he, that's he, ha, ha, ha; was ever the like heard of? was ever anything so pleasant? _Sir Dav._ I'll lock her up three days and three nights without meat, drink, or light; I'll humble her in the devil's name. _Sir Jol._ Well, could I but meet my friend Sir Davy, it would be the joyfullest news for him-- _Sir Dav._ Who's there that has anything to say to me? _Sir Jol._ Ah, my friend of friends, such news, such tidings! _Sir Dav._ I have lost my wife, man. _Sir Jol._ Lost her! she's not dead, I hope? _Sir Dav._ Yes. Alas, she's dead, irrecoverably lost! _Sir Jol._ Why, I parted with her within this half-hour. _Sir Dav._ Did you so? are you sure it was she? where was it? I'll have my lord chief-justice's warrant and a constable presently.